The light begins to sneak away as the night like a black cat comes prowling. The door eases open. Leaves like waves of flame rush in, blood...

A Day at the Office He came once more to the old white door. The light like an aura gray and milky. I could see him through...

Bound A textured sentiment, scraped the surface – ever tender, ever raw. His gentlest touch salt in the wounds. His whispers cloying and whiskey sweet. She was sheltered but now she is bound shackled...

Here's the first chapter of a work in progress. "Southern Gothic" is a funny, sort of anti-romance. It starts at a wedding but the...

Here's another ekphrastic poem inspired by the art installation at ArtSpace - "On Materiality." Thanks go to David Havird for leading the workshop and...