1001 Thoughts

Words written during a Very Important Intermission: Every year I attend the 1001 Nights show in Lexington, KY. It was yesterday if you didn’t know, and there’s no other show quite  like it in Kentucky. Last year I wrote some poetry while waiting for the show to start, including “Ray Bradbury and the Country Boy.”…

Happy Halloween!

Let’s celebrate with a little creepy poetry! Shall we? Creepy Feelings I know you’ve got a creepy feeling That someone’s staring from the ceiling. Pretty sure I’m not on the ceiling. I’m suspended right behind you. You’ve got no right to look alarmed. It’s only me tap-tapping at your arm. There’s not much more I…

What to do…

What to do with an abandoned world This isn’t what you asked for. Preternatural native. I’m the preternatural native in your attic And your basement And pretty much anywhere else there are cobwebs And flooring that needs repair.   Repair Me Well is OUT NOW! Find it and Book 1 in the Thin Places series…

The World Ends in Spring

The world ends in spring. Doors open and let the air out. It’s a traumatic thing. In April the world ceases to be There’s no room for doubt. Every year it happens to me. The world ends in spring, That’s what comes about The end of everything. In May Death will play, A melody of…

Last to leave the party

She knew it was too late when She locked the front and couldn’t get back in. She knew it was too late when She called her spouse and he wasn’t answerin’ She knew it was too late then. She knew it was a hopeless cause When she tried to call her boss She knew it…

She’ll look down as she’s looking up

I don’t have a step child, but if I did I imagine the conversation would go something like this: “Hi, kid. I’m not your biological parent.” “That much is obvious. By the way, your Alexandrine is awkward and the syllables don’t quite line up.” I look down at my boyfriend’s baby. She probably is going…

Ray Bradbury and the Country Boy

Souls must grow warm before they grow great Before they may speak They need a fire to huddle against Flamelight to flicker inside their eyes Looking up into yours With promise of something wild Something imbued with duende Words you don’t recognize Listen While father speaks the ghost These things between your warming palms are…

This Clarinet is totally metal…

What’s better than a metal clarinet? Not a lot of things. And bonus! It plays! Now I’m glad we met, Metal Clarinet. The pads I’ll replace, and the tension springs, (They’re quite old, I’m told.) If I revive you, and love you like a Real Riabouchinsks. We’ll march out and play the old fashioned way…

I Promise Not to…

I sincerely promise not to constantly post rejected and hastily hocked together poetry on this website. Ever. I most sincerely promise, and I never, ever break my promises.   =)     I Promise Not To I won’t do those loverly things, I’m not a bird who sweetly sings. More like quite the cat who…