The Man Who Knows
shuttled through tunnels like so much spoiled meat snuffling and a-snarling the beast upon two feet Minotaurian presence half-man the body shared double the size of normal men if anyone […]
Poetry
Spirit Walk
Talismanic totem your name stands tall riding on the shoulders broad of the great chiefs who have come before you gone before your time robbed of the land within the
Mother Moon and Father Sun Take a Smoke Break (NaPoWriMo17 11/30)
Mother Moon wanes, hides in the moments just before dawn. Hanging on to the last perched at the horizon bushes and fog obscure her once stately features. The night clings
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On Lock: Interview with Ryan Rose
So hey, my buddy Ryan Rose had this idea to interview my ahead of the release of my new poetry chapbook. I dug this very much. So much easier talking
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Here’s Your Poem (NaPoWriMo17 9/30)
I’m too tired tonight like any other when I have to wait this late to get a poem off my plate. Plus: it rhymes, too. So suck it.
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Occupation: Poet (NaPoWriMo17 8/30)
I missed you all tonight. DIY show for which I have no merch paid for this appearance with clapping, and high fives. I missed you all tonight Ida Mae eating
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Poem for the Older Set (NaPoWriMo17 7/30)
Poem for the Older Set The proper term of respect for my elders is “sexagenarian.” Not that I want to think about that and the laughter swells (even if they
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A Christian Man Tries His Hand at Parenting (NaPoWriMo17 6/30)
I think I tried this last year. Struggling through the day: amid laundry, dinner, dishes piled high. Bathtub, filling up, just enough the rest upon the floor, now, your eyes
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