Life is but a dreaded picnic. The Picnic The other night I dreamed of my brother Bo. He was standing on a high mountain of sticks calling to me. It was late evening and the sun had set orange on the trees in the islands. I could see thousands of white rocks near the shoals; their surfaces were smooth and flat. I could smell the scent of the river even in my dream. It smelt like dead fish and green earth. There is no  other scent like it. My brother’s voice could barely be heard ove...

                                          Precious Antiquity My Aunt Rebecca Hoskins was an enigma. Throughout my forty-four years, I have yet to encounter the likes of her. Many times, during my life, I have pondered my Aunt’s peculiarities, and wondered if my six -year old remembrance of ...

He says, your smile is like barbwire that cuts my deep into my soul Oh, green eyed murky river you run cavernous and cold The more I look into you, the further I sink, I have loved you so long I have forgotten how to think. She says I am sorry…. He Says… She could feel him watching her and it made her uncomfortable. He was standing a few feet away from her holding a bucket of oats for the mare. She knew she should say something but she did not know what. Now tightening the botto...

Heartless Bitch Medusa. My Medusa the queen of stone Where were you when I climbed on I breathed endearments in your ear But you turned away as if you didn’t hear. Dear Medusa you lovely bitch What will it take to satisfy your carnal itch If it is prose you want then I am all out of lines You have sucked my blood one drop at a time. Queen Medusa with the serpent hair What a twisted transformation of one once so fair Once a green- eyed nymph of the ocean so vast Now a sinful, vengeful...

Everyone on this earth has special gifts. The writer of this piece would like the reader to keep an open mind. Prologue                  The Other Place: A story of a psychic I can remember my first conscious awareness of the world around me. I am a baby lying in a crib near a window that’s pane has been covered with a thin, threadbare blanket. I study the darkness that has settled in the little room. I ...

Heartless Bitch Medusa. My Medusa the queen of stone Where were you when I climbed on I breathed endearments in your ear But you turned away as if you didn’t hear. Dear Medusa you lovely bitch What will it take to satisfy your carnal itch If it is prose you want then I am all out of lines You have sucked my blood one drop at a time. Queen Medusa with the serpent hair What a twisted transformation of one once so fair Once a green- eyed nymph of the ocean so vast Now a sinful, vengeful...

                    Until it’s Light, She Dances It is blessed summer. The wind blows wild in the branches as it always does The sound is as sharp as a whisper directly in the ear at dark Outside my door, the Night stretches on. A velvet curtain that has fallen over precious light In my ragged covers I hug myself and wait My eyes seek the long, tall shadows that pass carelessly by my window Wh...

                                         Night  He is the shadow in the room Phantomlike, he creeps into your thoughts and lingers there as the evening drops its dismal curtain. Like the scent of a spent candle, he leaves a trace of himself for you to ponder long after he has faded into ligh...

                                     Night: The Beginning  I walked into your museum of antiquity and you smiled at me. You offered me a book called “Leaves of Grass” and asked me to stay awhile. Together we roamed the catacombs of yesterday My mind conjures your dusky image, a timeless figure of an...

My Lover, Night Night, I have loved him obsessively I have chased his vessel that sails a sea of desolation I have grown weary of searching the swirling mist within his darkness He darts here and there, but is nowhere I have reached for him and touched his cold empty air I have sung to him the most beautiful tune but met only with despair I once played Moonlight Sonata to an empty Night I heard him sob softly as he faded into light. How can one love something that never stays in one place? Ho...