Poesie

I bless my community of beautiful sorrowful vulnerable souls Love warriors wielding words like axes to slice through the bullshit, Pry...

This wreckage The wreck of our age (I think to myself) Somedaybugs will crawl across my eyelids and burrow in my mouth Making a trail, a...

(Edit as published in the SF Chronicle February 14th, 2022) “Let’s move on,” everyone says But, there is no where else to go This...