Poems

The Misunderstanding That Became a Story It was not funny in the moment, let me be completely clear,In the moment it was a genuine social catastrophe, I fear,I called the wrong person by a wrong and specific other’s label,In front of a table full of people at the table. The correction came with a precision […]

The Miserable MiracleClara lived in Merryvale where every lamppost wore its wreathlike a scar upon the town, where carolers spilled through streetsand children believed. She despised it—the red, the green, the tinsel caught in her throat.“It’s just another day,” she’d say,face pinched, watching her neighbors hang their garlands,their laughter ringing like bells that mocked her

The Merger IntegrationThe integration office was stood up in the first week. The chief integration officer spoke to everyone to seekthe alignment on the guiding principles:speed to value and people-first and the needto preserve the acquired company’s culturewhile harmonizing with the parent, the vultureof the impossible balancing act between speedand culture-preservation was in the mandate’s

The Mad Tea Party Madness reigns where shadows danceand fears take flight the Mad Tea Party of twisted delightCups filled with promises of despairand sips that bring dark pleasure under the moon’s lightPlace of twisted whimsywhere shadows ignite hearts consumed by fright and laughter takes flightNight filled with echoes of madnessand joy hearts shrouded in

The Low Roof My shoulders scrape the splintered header of this sagging doorI drag my bloated ego like a carcass across the floorI grew too tall on hollow praise and mountains made of ashNow I am forced to bow before the weight of my own trashThe ceiling is a heavy hand that pushes on my

The Low Rumble of the OngoingIt doesn’t announce.The low rumble livesbelow the frequency of the day—gives no single incident to point to,no crisis moment.It’s the residue of accumulated grey,the background frequency of the not-quite,the sound of the ongoing weightplayed low and constant,always present. The low rumble of the ongoing—the frequency I’m knowing,the hum below the

The Love That Doesn’t Need Saying There’s a shape of I love you that you stop saying out loudNot because it’s gone but because it’s moved into the crowdOf the everything around you, it’s become the atmosphereIt’s the air in every room and not the word said once a year I’ve gotten lazy with the

The Letter of the Law The letter of the law says I must file in this jurisdiction,The letter of the law does not specify this structure,The letter of the law allows the beneficial restriction,Of ownership through a trust in a favorable rupture. The letter of the law is not the spirit of the law,The letter

(Deep Male vocals, softly)Welcome to my darkened placeWhere nightmares wander unopposedHere I hold the helm—Your soul won’t find its way back home. Round and round the murmurs spiralThrough this barren, hungry nightTrapped within my webs of mineThe cold indifference of my care. These walls don’t need to be highFor you to know you’re finally hereWhere

The LaughI can’t explain the laugh — I’ve tried to explain itto friends who’ve never heard it and I always fail,it’s not a description-ready laugh, it’s not silver bell,it’s not musical, it’s not the kind they write about.It’s too loud for where she is, always too loud,it catches her off guard too, you can see