I Hid My Eyes Behind Your Sofa

The magician walks in places where even shadow fears to tread, His will burns a cool grey light that shimmers through the air. Beside h...

                  For Jesse on his Birthday I imagine you walking, air like candy flowing into parched lungs that think they ne...

I haven't written poems in years, not really. Oh, small scraps here and there, but mostly stories and novels in the past six years or so...

In which i go meta on my own work. Kind of. I used to write poetry pretty often. Way back in 2006 I did over 500 in a year (the genesis of t...