Wednesday Prompt: Through the City — Start in the cracks and work your way up. Gentrification is dissected coldly, like money doesn’t matter here. Where? We all live Here — smelling the same piss. A tight, dense urban nucleus — I can disappear here. Fields make me wheeze, I have allergic reactions in the suburbs. The city’s ugly/ pretty. Me…

Free Verse — A dog walks its master past me — blood is only liquid and familiarity The snake eats its tail in front of me — I only half lift my lids — I knew this about life A farmer shears chattel adjacent to me I’ll respect that boundary but do point your voice elsewhere…

Free Verse — Tents five miles high, kissing the feet of The Kingdom Five miles high and vast multicolored lengths stretching to the horizon, melding with wild worshiping gestures and screeches of skyward piety The preacher is in flames— his voice is The Rod lifted and The Might realized as he tears loose his collar and holds it aloft — BEHOLD! The…

Two Poems From A Darker Time — Paying Penance A church pew bore witness to this life poured on a foreign set of lines once or a thousand times — feelings don’t fail to fail me in ways I always knew they could — hitting your lows over and over opens you up to closing down forever …

Poem — Home is a loaded term to litter my adulthood with past life auditions and nostalgic vices and voices of old freight cars and casts impaled on fences, the neighborhood kids cry for mom and freedom Driveways that merge into bus stops to haul our small ambitions to small classrooms where we all commiserated over lunch about…