Tag Archives: Poetry free verse

I could tell you of times poems split my skull the moment of conception or the hours I pace before real pain begins pushed from inside myself words come screaming in rivers of blood. My head hurts. You read my … Continue reading →

Like images clouds suggest, shadows on the wall form words I know but have forgotten. All day I trace strange calligraphy, lips taste impossible vowels, fingertips learn only smoothness of wood, the testure of plaster tough as a cat’s tongue.

Night moves over me (weightI do not want),presses itself against my lipsin a cold kiss, mouth sharpas a knife blade. Leaves move against the window,so many hands sliding open-palmed across glass.Hands made to hold precisely nothing,like my hands,hands that move … Continue reading →