Be near,
close to me as I scrawl.Read More »



By one caress, my fingers had met
the last of the warts
that reside on your hand.

By one year of caressing, however,
you’d encountered the first of the
burns that traverse
my fingers.

I kiss your abnormalities,Read More »


Love is a jerk,
a cruel-hearted beast

with a gap-toothed grin
and a cigarette.

Tossing his arm around your shoulder-
the friendliest bloke on the block,
don’t you know-

he opens his jacket to get you to try things
that you’d never dare
if ol’ love were not there.

You follow him home for his company;
He locks you in his house

as he leaves.