July 7, 2016

Who is you? – 1st Draft

My friend Julian Stodd has inspired me do what he calls working out loud, which is, in effect, sharing your works in progress. I thought I’d do the same with some of the writing stuff i’m doing on the prose poetry/flash fiction/aphorism side, beginning with this piece, which was inspired...

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March 28, 2010

sunday afternoon

black coffee pounding def beats through my veins a jazz rift drifts like dead flies against the newscaster’s sand blasted voice scratching head lines across my brain. senior prison officers pimping passes for pussy, didn’t see that one coming, male guards female prisoners human beings in denial of their base...

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July 31, 2009


Her breasts bounce in step with each step on the step master they bounce, Like over-filled water balloons on a string, they bounce. Sweat drips slowly between her crevasse We lick our lips like on a hot summer day, standing before a merchant’s stall of freshly cut water melons, full...

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July 30, 2009

two live wires

It isn’t nice to be naked. Two live wires, hot, exposed, to dangerous to touch together under the night sky. Dark, unyielding, no moon to light the way toward salvation and bliss. A kiss delivered on velvet lips awaiting the morning dew to deliver parched lips from a thousand nights...

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July 21, 2009

in search of peace

III.  in search of peace I searched for peace but could not find her on the troubled city streets I climbed a mountain seeking peace in the clouds, but saw only gun-smoke rising from heated barrels I listened by a babbling brook for peace’s soothing song, but heard only the...

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April 2, 2009

dark eyes

i want to know the story written in her sad, dark eyes i wonder why she cries at night, her sad, dark eyes never smile, but captivate, trance like pleading, needing sad, dark eyes i want to know the pain they hide and hold the softest touch the tilted chin...

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March 1, 2009


Got my Lucky Strikes and Jesus doll Pinup girl in yellow shorts pouts love Through lips red as the dawn sky on The fourth of July, I’m ready to roll Cowboy hat no Texan to stand Jack Daniels and Coke drank separate like a man, I hitch a ride south...

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February 1, 2009

i guess i chose wisely

You Should Be A Poet You craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways. And you have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery… Or describing the most intense heartbreak ever. You’re already naturally a poet, even if you’ve never written a poem. What Type of Writer Should You Be?

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January 18, 2009

cold coffee

she sits at the back of Starbucks and stares at the door, poised in anticipation of her prey she does not blink she does not drink her coffee goes cold she could be an exhibit in Madame Tussauds i want to touch her to see if she is real, but...

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January 11, 2009


Hey folks, hop on over to the Pen Me a Poem website to read an interview of me conducted by Edward Beaman-Hodgkiss, poet and freelance writer.  And feel free to leave a comment after you’ve read the interview and pass the link on to others who might enjoy reading it....

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January 7, 2009

‘just do it’

Before there was Nike, there was Dante: ‘Now you must needs,’ my teacher said, ‘shake off your wonted indolence.  No fame is won beneath the quilt or sunk in feather cushions.’ ‘Whoever, fameless, wastes his life away, leaves of himself no greater mark on earth than smoke in air or...

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January 4, 2009

prophet man

please mr prophet man tell me what is true I hear some say religion is good for you but i’m not sure when in god’s name they tell me bombs and bullets are the cure

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January 1, 2009

happy new year

“What we call the beginning is often the end And to make and end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.” (T.S. Eliot, The Gidding, V)

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December 30, 2008

the guru

We bow our heads in quiet servitude to the dust, our lips form prayers to gods, who long ago abandoned us. We huddle together in a candle lit room; frankincense, jasmine, and sage, form  broken patterns in the air; amethyst rock, lapis lazuli, crystal quartz, and rose guard the four...

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December 26, 2008

stand together

The soldiers tossed the chicken Bones, they didn’t like his politics. Strung him up on a cross and Gambled for his ragged clothes. Cancel the Second Coming, The church has decreed, no Heroic figure can save us From our avarice, lust, and greed. The twisted logic of confrontation And violence...

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