Wednesday, January 20, 2010


Place your fingers here

in the hollow of my throat.

Do you feel the rumble

low and deep?

Hold still,

a moment more.

Can you sense it swelling,

gaining strength and clarity

as it struggles toward the surface?

Soon or late,

it will be born.

You cannot say

you were never warned.

Monday, January 18, 2010

swamp song

I long for the damp scent
of black, sandy loam
at bayou's edge,

soft patter
of gently lapping water,
murky green and dark,

whispers of breeze
from dragonfly wings.

I long for home.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010



stains the floor


her bare feet

meet the polished wood,

slowly seeping


toward the walls.

each breath expelled

smells hot

of anguish

aged and ripe.

shards of flashing

sharp and light

slice the air

around her,


with glittering


of pain.

do not be drawn

into her eyes.

do not mistake

that hollow depth

for need.

there is nothing


for you.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Fear Not

Trust me enough
to let me stand to my full height
without reprimand.

Sing with me as I test
the strength and reach of my voice

for I must.

I have long outgrown

this narrow space,
and no choice remains
but to at last become
who I am.

You must have known
this day would come,

or did you think



         were just for show?

(repost from 2008)