Waves crest ahead, low and sullen,
but past the breakers the turbulent sea...

How do I enter
the weekly contest...

My final night in the desert isle
that is San Antonio; dark...

Sometimes my mind wanders after a young night’s...
especially when undecided between writing a 4am...

A ruined stick
a burnt match...

I am the winterman
no part of this desolation is worse...

The kitchen is empty
the corner you slept in...

Much was important
things I could not do without...

Nothing I submit
lays claim as original...

Gift: An Edgar Allan Poe Doll
My mean sister has a doll collection...

When you are this sick
time collapses on itself...

"All her dreams have come true"
Yet in the face of this praise...