I Hid My Eyes Behind Your Sofa

(June 2007) Josh MacLeod He told me last night, came clean. I’d called his school found out about the missing days, the forged notes, the li...

Cold and shivering in this life     beneath a leaden sky Holding to the wish that is     more to do before I die I wondered at the heroes wh...

My Entry for Chicken Soup for the Coffee Lover's Soul. (Yes, this is a real collection it seems, according to their site) "How I l...

Sometimes, forgetting, I remember: I see/hear/know, as like Nothing else -- terrible In my freedom -- flying Where even birds cannot go. Som...

Soul Selling (May 2007) If I hadn't listened to Jack, none of it would have happened. There'd have been no demon, I'd never have...

(May 2007) They were going to kill him. Jerem knew this with a certainty that stretched back centuries, the knowledge his the ancestors whis...

The room wasn’t dark. Grandfather always had a light on, as if he was afraid of the dark. Timmy didn’t like having to sit with grandpa, sinc...

Poets Have Been Mysteriously Silent On The Subject of Urinal Cakes (December 2004) Yesterday I baked a urinal cake I didn't mean it (I t...

Dear Edna, I know I haven't wrote you a letter in two years, but I must plead your indulgence. There was an uprising by the peasants, ac...

They ask why I married her Hagalena-faced, eyes that do not Turn to stone, but can't Both see me at once. I told them, Saying, drunk: ug...