Ciniquain – poetry

"Evening breezes forever quench the parched pain of a labor’s day, waves of soft moon-dyed mist break purple on the rail, the bubbles crest, exploding in silence. Caress the salt-stained stigmata, o..."

"He was what he repressed, ignored, denied, resisted, like the pale and knotted crust of a limp and aged hand reality's veneer was shattered by a phantasmagoric sleep. The apocalypse of him as him - a..."

"On a couch made of clouds like a mist in a dream it will come to you and you will hasten - in shoes made of dusk running you headlong into the dark, trampling unseen, out of control toward an intuiti..."

"Tryst Among strangers she would steal a stare, speak of Egypt and China in no uncertain terms, of social mores, decadence, moralities old and new. Alone as the sex matured between us, her eyes care..."

"Like Adam’s rib you take a piece of me, many pieces of me, digest my paltry worth, make it better, meaningful. Ribbons of sun soaked heat pulse through the Venetian blinds, illuminate a solar grid ac..."

"The world is mine now and yet I am quiet,groping, then guided anxiously like a plant to light beyond a dark immediate interlude.The memory of essence past dulls, coagulates, ..."