The dogs of war are coming. They slipped out behind my words And are baying at the moon. Who would have guessed the moon Would be so long in coming? You never heard my words. And now I marshal words To defend myself; only the moon Sees the battle coming. I am coming to take … Continue reading Havoc


That morning by the sea, When all the ships were sailing blind, You read me like a book. I thought you must be blind. I scratched your name out of my book And tossed it in the sea. I never wrote the book You wanted. Your heart went to sea And slowly mine went blind. … Continue reading Salt


I tend to write my stories on the fly with wind and rain and potholes to avoid. I wrestle with my words; I tumble them like pebbles, hoping something will emerge: a thing worth saving. Sometimes it’s just dust— the slag and shavings of my scattered mind. But sometimes I find gemstones, treasures worth their … Continue reading Commuting


Lord of wind-scarred warrens walks the sunless tunnels, Serves the hand of heaven holding to his shoulder. Under seas of sand-swells still his eye turns skyward, Deaf to prayers - a prophet promising a kingdom. This drottkvaett - written for the yeah write April poetry slam - might be the hardest thing I've ever written. … Continue reading Augury