Earth-Held

I went out before light, left you naked at the door. I left you aching. I ached, too. I went into the softness of...

My friend, Fernando

“Why is my wine always at the end?” said my friend, Fernando. “Because you drink too much,” I said. “I don’t drink too much at one...

Find Me Alive at Sunrise

I left while the sun was setting and came back before the dark anchored in for the night, before the neighbourhood came out to devour...

Air Bag

i have tasted air bag, it’s a badge of honor, a one-way ticket to epiphany, it tastes like burnt rubber, like powdery words sucked...

Poetry Grab Bag

Italy

120

Skull Valley

61

354 Longridge Road

178

Visual Arts

The Evolution of Yes

309

My Vagenda

157

Shapes and Signals

300

Fiction

Find Me Alive at Sunrise

I left while the sun was setting and came back before the dark anchored in for the night, before the neighbourhood came out to devour...

Acknowledgement of Limitation on Unrestricted Interpretation

I undertake not to use this poem for any purpose associated with the promotion of nuclear, chemical, biological, spiritual, sexual or conventional warfare, nor...

Earth-Held

I went out before light, left you naked at the door. I left you aching. I ached, too. I went into the softness of...

I Like Donald Trump

Air Bag

My friend, Fernando

Gajra