Poetry

Mother’s Soap Bar Never full like the moon or bright as the sun.An oval disc, a flat zero sat on […]

Little Words Apply You claim the view of the pondshould be framed by shrubs or treesand simply colored for children.

Normandy Picking you up aside abandoned asphaltrusted telephone booths with glass wallsold western motels & their chipped wood while mother

“A blurred night painting by Monet,
exhibited in the industrial cold”

– Driving Through The City On A Rainy Night by Karlo Sevilla

“I’ve been on large ships and fairly small boats,
but on each occasion my life was in someone else’s hands”

– A Question of Trust by Jeffrey Zable

“I wander into this ambiguous global world
Where miscommunications are commonplace”

RIVER Content Warning; Suicide Do you ever want to jump off a bridge into a river? Yearning for a brief

“One Week Until July” what is waiting for me? monochromatic waves of heat?morbid loneliness?the motionless horizon? what is waiting for

The Names of the Trees Do you remember the death of autumn?You were younger then. We stood by the old

The schism between a full-blown avalanche ofpermissiveness & my whimsical use of expletives -as a form of sanctification, is like