Spring comes unwillingly,

a reluctant prom queen

afraid to surrender her pink.

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

i want my camaro back

i want my camaro back

t-tops, for fuck’s sake, t-tops

all my mixtapes
and getting fingered behind the flats
at play practice

such a fine budding actress

every prom dress i ever had
with the shoes dyed to match

i want a man
reminiscent of mickey rourke on film
in 1987

i want the first shot of bourbon that felt right
and the first joint that took hold

i want the first time i saw the movie halloween

i want to say bloody mary five times
in a darkened bathroom mirror

i want to fear god and voodoo
with equal vim once again

it kept you busy with grand delusions
false hope
brimstone and jell-o molds

the future ain’t what it used to be, my friend

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

death in a doll house

as i write


death perpetually sits in

the corner of my room

reading freud’s conceits


or when he’s feeling particularly




he is an old man now

as our time together is deep

smelling of camphor and whiskey

and cologne deemed a sin during biblical times


my constant companion

since the age of six

we have many times shared plastic play set high tea

and brushed barbie  hair

forced emily dickinson to eat bugs together


death in a doll house


he taught me long division

and later how to drive

bustled my prom dress

stood in the empty place

for the father daughter dance

at my halloween horror wedding

then sent me to mortuary college


how easily he became

my every electrified motivation


i so willingly devoured the

chocolate covered cherries

sugar-coated just for me


he has me hooked

on his sick sentimentality


luxuriating in the loss

agony so sweet upon the palate

injected into veins long desiccated

living in skin of unnatural colors


all i  wanted was a mommy in the kitchen

a daddy in the den

children in the treehouse

a reckless devil in hell

and a responsible god in heaven


so when it all died

i tried to become it

and i have failed


though i have receipts that reflect an attempt at a life lived

spanning the miles between California and New Jersey



he smiles at me wickedly

with his three good teeth

and says


remember baby girl

you will die

in the same place

you began


fearing unknown noises in the hall


right here