Non-Fiction

I look back over these “poem a day” entries, I see my life reflected in four to sixteen-line purges.

The world shut down, and theatres went dark. We left everything ready for the next rehearsal, the set meticulously dressed.

Explore the words and worlds of those voices deemed too unruly. The term ‘Crazy’ undermines radical thought.

The aliens are bacteria, viruses and fungi. They like to live in the most trendy spot in the right now: the bowels.

It glares down at me with a smug crustacean grin, and at once I have no question this is a lobster demon.

The biting rainwater dripping down my back melds with something deeper, some knowing. The crow is still here.

In the attic stands a cardboard mansion. I can relate to this wallpaper, slowly coming unglued inside this house.

She held on, the nurses marveling at her tenacious strength. They declared that she was not letting go quite yet.

Anticipation is vulnerability. The looking-forward to small pleasures was getting him through these dark days of lockdown.