Don’t leave me alone

to the haunting

of my mind’s

own design


I will collapse

and burn

in the shadows

of what you leave behind

No More Oceans

I see now

where to go


I tried to fly

across the ocean


To find the islands

they all write about


But I am no seagull

only a lone eagle


I will rebuild my nest

high on the mountains


And fly

on the roughest currents


Here is where

I remember who I am

Sour Milk

Collect your rocks
Create a pile around your feet
Spend time polishing
Then watch them roll away

Pour a glass of milk
Place it on the table to share
And wait for them to accept your offer
Only to watch the milk turn sour

Paint the pictures
Hang them in the gallery
Offer tickets for free
And still no one comes