Break-In Behind the smell of rubber down the block children laughin instantaneous camaraderie. Laugh knee-deep in gettho trash; broken out tv’s, moldy linens warms no one...

Dark, the only lightKnown to change nowInto what will beLeaving me no more No less wiser, alterThe illusions I preferEver has chosenTo stay with me Rest of what actually isMoves...

Secret Christmas The faint shadow of a spider’s webflaps in the top left corner of the living room hanging half-tattered holding the hollow carcassof a horse fly green...

     The scent of gas slips into my open windows.  I hear the pounding of cars pass by on 18th street heading into a apparent bueatiful sunlight. ...