How can they even see me?
Art hanging next to the TV.

Something I dislike
when I am talking to someone
and shortly after they learn I am a writer
they expect me to share in their snobbery
for spelling and grammar.

I don't care if you misspell words (even their/re/y're),
I don't care if you commit a grammatical err,
I am an artist,
I am interested in honest communication;
listening for intent
over being pedantic.

A Shade

master of infamy,
jack of this trade,
even in the sun
a spade is a spade.

Goodbye glass stained past,
I'll set my gaze no more on that.

The Sins That Came Before Us

it's just evidence,
throw it in the case,
it will convince them of the one thing
they never want to say,
i was a child
brought up
in Christ's name.

Sold!!! The Old Road

if this is all I have
at my side,
I still see
one mind
shines
still shows
only the still one knows,
why is nine
the code?

Water

it's a new thing,
this element.

I somewhat see a crocodile
lurking
in the shadows,
in the shallows of my breath,
it's a showdown I knew would come around
eventually,
it always happens
like a snake in the tall grass,
walk on by.

oh, it's nothing,
nothing to go by,
just a barely perceptible light,
the reflection of a reflection,
like men going at it blind,
proper for those who tackle a great dark night.

and duly--
this soul is still tied,
these wings will not fly,
and all that I see,
my feet wrapped in vines.
it's a slippery stair,
one slip and you're there
the darkest of depths
and the crocodile's eyes.

my sister,
what's there?
I hope you brought a light.