My Home is Rising

I’m setting my foundation below the surface Beneath the bulbs Mingled with tree roots Over 100 years old I sit alone and pick and pick I ride the drunkin boat And flow in all directions I wrap myself in gauze And slip into the silence I am here I’m alive And my home is risingContinue reading “My Home is Rising”

She’s a Pretty Mistress

She wasn’t ugly Not by far Actually, she had a pretty face A face you’d see in the mall Maybe the girl across from you buying panties and a bra You know the one you smile at and politely say excuse me to She looks like she could be your favorite cashier Or someone whoContinue reading “She’s a Pretty Mistress”