i wish i could say i understand rather i drown beneath this invisible cloak knit with a double cable stitch made to keep me warm i suffer in the humid summer bit by mosquitoes who crawl through the yarn shiver, afraid to emerge ever be seen… silence takes my voice and everyone else takes myContinue reading “offering”


Afraid to let you go i twine the words of complicated grief there was no goodbye never another hello and then i made it worse opened myself wide displayed before savage eyes killed myself slowly with little pride to show flames shooting higher than ever thought possible i sold my soul to the devil whoContinue reading “suttee”


The deepest, darkest rises in the fog, burned away -hidden desire. Oh, why feel so free behind the screen? And how our creator tapped into the sensual, leaves us mourning the loss of soul.


Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well-lived. word orgies leave us naked empty days and nights your feasting strips humility scraps of audacity linger-longer recognize Christ? Standing outside, admiring Joan Miro’s outdoor sculpture… Miro’s Chicago we were invited into The Chicago Temple by a passerby. It was absolutely beautiful inside. Ornate wood andContinue reading “Raped”