Grendel is throwing chairs around on the deck of the soon to be sink… Nobody really knows how Grendel g… and slipped himself in to replace… Nobody knew he’d be in charge when

I live in a tiny village in my head; a tiny village with high walls where I am alone and talk to myself.

Rise If I were fully human I could come to you in the dark as I do in the light, I could smile fearlessly in the st…

Mobilised from Puckapunyal one su… The walking dead and maimed do not… In sharp lines of saluting slouch… Just march away clean chinned and… No thoughts here of smokes hanging…

The day started breathing gently on the drapes you breathed on my naked shoulder

Fay Zwicky wrote in her journal o… “I see the poet as a seismograph o… I had considered more arcane expre… over the years, such as the poet a… but I rather prefer to think of my…

When all cruelty has been done to the homeless, the weak, and pri… being bused to their deaths, when every vulgar display of power has exhausted itself in fury,

Dearly beloved body that encases me, animates me, is me, as a matter of fact, thank you for being.

The grief was a ball in your chest… a tangled dirty weave of fears and… not appropriate to have yet, as if they would be a self-fulfilling cu… Each long, drawn out day was

On this day I would observe a min… I would celebrate and mourn in tha… the many who have died in and for… green island, for her survival, ba… at times, and in some places more…

Urine is copper coloured these day… burning with anger on the way out. My skin is dry and hot; I never sweat, no matter the temperature. My head feels like it has