Category: Poetry

Park Benches Lazy from structureless days, filled with expectationI would perch upon a park bench exhaustedand slide over its cold {...}

On Eating a Popsicle In the beginning there wasA red bullet,A mass of lipstick,A phallus, engorged with icy veins,A pope, {...}

Things That Have Been Said 1I looked like an abandonedlighthouse after he left me. 2Your instincts might tell you not {...}