A Piece of White Chocolate

Mr. Perry and Mr. Vandercamp brought me, Keith, and Gabe, all fatherless sons, to the town dump to sell chocolate as a summer camp fundraiser. Technically it was a landfill, and standing at the lip I saw bulldozers scraping away dirt to make room for bags of garbage. It smelled terrible. Taking the trash toContinue reading “A Piece of White Chocolate”

Burn Bright Thistle

Would you please burn Thistles and downy feathers for me, Cut birds, animals and vegetablesA ritual of blood and concrete. I am passing temporary bodies of myself, Here harsh and thorny Double by the roadside – mangled left for fodderLong twinning fingers and  Chatter voices chatter. The ghosts of myself are oracles, Purple stalk and vine –Between their veins I see my futureAndContinue reading “Burn Bright Thistle”

First Year ESL Paraprofessional

I can’t soothe the hurt I see in them…I wish I could.Their actions under the circumstances impress me.At their age, I was an utter emotional mess.It says so in the Snoopy diary with the broken lockstored in my footlocker in the basement.   Theirs seems a dark lonely world, a damp cold wind chilling their emotionsremains theirContinue reading “First Year ESL Paraprofessional”

Stream Never Failing

“But let justice roll on like a river, righteousness like a never-failing stream!”  -Amos 5:24 (NIV)                                                                  *** A mother and her son rest in Patterson Park on a beach towel beside a murky stream of water. The subtle sloosh of running water is no match for the handful of birds circling overhead. The chirp ofContinue reading “Stream Never Failing”

Past, Present, Future

Past reclaimed the soulwe saw what we see now;the sight seen before fear…to enticedknowledge…unbearableresistance…near impossible ‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎smoke filled curls‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎beaten horizon‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎Continue reading “Past, Present, Future”


My stomach growls in a room full of strangers. …and of course the room is silent.The kind of silent that makes your ears ring. Some try to ignore it‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Secondhand embarrassment is still embarrassment. I feel it on them — a relief theyContinue reading “Growling”

but the swan still gets the stars

Leda can cry like a nightingale,stuttered wingbeats against the bedsheets but all words are smothered in the faceof a hunger god’s desires. What else can a queen do but endurewhen that trumpet neck curves across the sky? The swell of her stomach becomesdivine intervention— ‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎Continue reading “but the swan still gets the stars”