Bright Collages

A potluck of poetry

Line Rider

He comes a travelin' a southern rider making electric haste through the wintry air calling with secrets for me

Black

with a raincoat on, she stays safe in the shower but when it rains it pours, her color turns a toxic slick bitter black

Concrete Pole

Crazy girl #2 says goodbye to crazy #1 and thanks him for his stabbing hand

the Wreck

Someone you are is stuck A stranger whose hair smells familiar, your color Eyes closed, lashes still Asleep. Indulge the imagination.

Make Believe Conversation

But then there is one particular dream I keep coming back to. A dream involving someone I met a handful of times. Someone who once was real but now lays sleeping in a quiet grave.

Shake the Snow

A child of Alabama, giddy with glee Ventured out from the cupboard that smelled like death for a couple of hours Into the last day of snow and before I could see the ground.