Sehnsucht
Our careless young man steps into a forgotten alley Dark somehow in the mid-afternoon Deafened somehow to traffic’s whine Clean somehow...
Relics of the War
Yesterday we disinterred the Box of Great Unmaking Buried by the first generation Revered by the second generation Forbidden by the third...
A World Raging with Teeth
One of two poems read at Invoke the Muse in Old Post Hall, Tacoma, WA 7/17/14 I am a dead memento The wary, no, weary captain Of a great...
Space Opera, Inc.
She astrogated through the portal, simultaneously shrugged off her titanium-threaded cape and commanded, “Computer, 4-D martini!” Almost...