Long Tendons Poems

So cramped ...
Strain to move,
Flex and budge in tiny increments ...
That's the limit.
Constantly testing, trying,
Pushing, pressing ...
Constrict, exert, constrict, struggle,
Spin slowly, push ...
That's it. That's all.
Nothing more.
But it helps ... relief,
A body sigh ...
But only...

Read More

growing up too soon

	you said: is there anything more excruciating than lagging behind
						being passed by
	a hasbeen
				still knocking on portals
twitching toes twirling thumbs
         in fidgety drawn-curtained waiting rooms

and...

Read More

Uncover
I have uncovered something of importance
Well importance of me
I admit
my attention has been shared
my attention has been stolen, distracted
but my public
you already know the details
but my public
you already know the stories
yet I call you here...

Read More

I love this
   the bitterness
              that builds
tearing the cords
   to my heart
refreezing it
     ...

Read More

Did you ever
   see a dark shadow
      in the corner
of the ceiling
  and thought you
      could almost
     ...

Read More

MOMMY

OF WHAT ARE WE MADE INSIDE US
Well my dear Ruth
We are made up of protons,
And Neutrons,
And of course Atoms,
And Molecules.
But isn’t this conversation
A little premature
For you’re
Far too young,
But let me continue,
We have bones,
And tendons 
And...

Read More

I shake out my jacket
    and crack my neck
to regain my control
       although I’m enjoying 
    being hostile.
The room is now darker than...

Read More

A Polite Warning. The Following poem is somewhat steamy. Not explicit, but explicit in
inference. If this sort of thing offends you, then please be considerate and don’t read
it. Thank you. 

Naked Flamenco

( A sultry summer...

Read More

So when the webbed-tide snares the lunars nether recesses in its glow casting shadows that arise among the craggs wedged beside some cliffs of common confirmed debris of the unnamed fallen heaps of mucked mired...

Read More

There gathered some undaunted faithfuls
Yelling with desperacy without moderacy
Screaming to be heard by the Son of Man
Not satisfied until they hear from the 
The Son of Mary the wife of a Joseph 

Hundreds of unwavering...

Read More

a ghost haunts the country of Laos
sieving through jungles
crackling twigs because
it has not yet died
beware of it
the one who drags one foot
while the other rots 20 feet away
shoes made of cast metal
footprints ever so present
in...

Read More

There's a beat to the pulse beneath the skin,
how I stride through these corridors
with measured paces, memorizing the contours of muscles and bones,
carving roads into my head
as I inscribe them on the pages of a...

Read More

First Steps Funerals and Nana's Hands 

By Evelyn Aimarie

2 days after my Nana's funeral
My oldest son took his first steps. 
She was my grandmother on my father's side, but more like a mother to me.
Palms...

Read More

Why do you stand to stare, old man,
Over these fields of grass,
It must be a terrible boring time,
There's nothing here to see.

No, nothing now, but I look with inward eye,
For twenty thousand years did pass
Since...

Read More

In the court of the Queen,
With her eyes to the ground,
Who is shrouded in darkness
And silence profound

With her skeletal hands,
Wrapped in gossamer skin,
Rest on smoothed out mahogany, 
And gleam through the dim.

There is nothing to...

Read More

Like a prisoner caught in a cage, wires and strangers
People quietly watching from windows at people on the grasses
Silence in the golden skies while people walk their dogs
My dogs getting pushy, demanding nipping at my...

Read More

Panic


At a young age I was given eyes to see something I could not comprehend.
Given ears to hear things unbelievable. Unimaginable.
Things that exist in movies, futuristic hopeless movies. Where the grim white smiling mask is...

Read More

when Bobby Messiah 
the new kid next door
asked if I wanted to see his
Silly Putty porn collection
I know we were on the same page
It was hidden in an old transistor radio
of red plastic with a...

Read More

LONG LIVE THE NEW FLESH

The secret blood of a crucified man a god born of flesh, bone, a righteous soul, so long live the new flesh, the sacraments of stone, upon burnt offerings fold….

Watch the...

Read More

I stand neck-high tall
within the quicksand
of my infirmities.
Green and gaunt,
I hesitantly genuflect.

Ravaged tendons and corpuscles
are barely breathing
within the vacant corridors
of a soiled carcass.

My ardor for vindication
has been abandoned.
I presently refrain from accepting
the consultation of 
umbrous...

Read More

My father hauled a dead sea turtle
     from a beach in the Florida Keys
          he coveted that shell.

I was not allowed to...

Read More

Sometimes I sit by myself and I think of our past
Having no idea then - that this long it would even last
In 2015 you showed me a fake side of you
We knew from the beginning...

Read More

Watch as the archer of sorrow steps slowly among the shadows of lost memories,
Clad in robes woven from the threads of promises forgotten on the shelves of time,
His quiver rattling with arrows soaked in the...

Read More

The mechanical components, the valve that pumps my heart 
The reactive nerve endings that serve a sensory stimulus 
The tear ducts that latently only lend lubrication 
The silly little practical necessary body bits, pieces and...

Read More

While i sit and look at the way things are going in my life, I wonder why there's so much 
headache and strife.  Nothing seems to work out no matter how hard i try,...

Read More