Love Poems are a Dime a Dozen

i write this blind no experience no background. write without the benefit of stanza verse or prozac. i write to you: a thousand words of poetic translation ultimate frustration. without bending or melting myself into color sound or feeling. without hiding behind pretty metaphors or white and glossy symbols. this is not a poem of…

My Life as an Open Book

I mentioned in a comment recently that being home means confronting the ghosts in the floor boards. Along with the memories comes the monsters in the closets and the poltergeist in the pipes. None of those hit home with a more resounding thwack to the temple than going through a musty box pulled from the…