Your bare shoulders are shivering, covered in goosebumps. Please put on a sweater.

A short follow-up to Waves Goodbye at the base of the mountain of words lies a death gone unnoticed

At the bottom of page B7 of the newspaper that day were three short sentences that detailed the death of an underwater diver whose body floa...

He happily bows adoring my goddess temple

Pretty excited about the fact that End of the Line made the Top 50 poems in the April PAD Challenge on Poetic Asides. Almost makes me feel...

You fill up my senses like the smell of a wet, dirty dog *I really need to get off this Lune kick!!

The smell of wet pavement is better than the lingering scent you left

He called her an ice queen. Said she didn't know how to open up. He called her a frigid bitch. Said her heart wasn't warm enou...

Life under melting Arctic ice Walter pretended not to care When his friends began dying When his two sons began visiting less And forgot tha...

For this week's Poetic Asides prompt to use a headline. THE EX-FACTOR (or The Many Voices of Lauryn Hill) That thing she did before five...