Doors

Enter a title into the search bar and the page will drop you links, one of which will be your entry point…your door.  As you make your way along the corridors of the maze, you may notice narrative pathways which vanish and re-appear.  Following the links will help you find your way…

Motionless

An Audible Vibration

Birdsong

A Crow in the Eye

Worried about Retribution

Anahata Awakening

A Needle for Michaelangelo

The Rhythm is the Reason

A Shower in Vodka

Sprinkled

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To Sailor

Darkling Crow

Slow Cool Hours of Morning

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The Glow of Dust

The Scent of Lavender

I Became

My Own Wings

His Face Was Illuminated

Abruptly

A Suicide Game

Death Becomes a Commonplace

“We don’t use guns.”

One Group

The Yard of the Wise Woman’s House

The Bone Cabinet

Something Tiny

Fat and Perfect

Procurer

Aroused

Roar of Human Voices

“I travel to this erotic place…”

Intimacy

Sodomize Me with the Crutch

Sucking on His Cigarette

Neostriatum

Beaks as Long as Carving Knives

They became amorphous and strange…

Hounds

Upside Down, Hogtied to the Timbers

Unstrapped

The milky flame slips upward

Only Pursuit

A Hooker

AIDS Benefit

Permission

COCA

Heaviest Sleeps

A Single, Agile Limb

Worn, Narrow Slats

Blonde Wood

Brilliantly Lit

“If people don’t fall in love…”

Before the Sun Rises

Walla Walla

Christianize the Natives

Intelligent

Dancer

I Sat with The Yogi

Bisexual

Pee

Integrity

The Trap Door

Lust and Fear

Soles of My Feet

Pistols

Somewhat Muffled by a Half-chewed Bite

Doggerel Bitch

Brain Without a Pigeon

I Crawl in Reverse

Wore Goggles

Experience Exceeds

I Cut All Sentiment

If I were to fixate

But what if…

He is Not a Dancer

Reflexive Dream Analysis

A Day with No Story

Cop Killer

I Shall Describe

The Queen got up on the desk

I went to the trapdoor

The Foal

Pain Flashed

Going Up in Fire and Smoke

The Man Called America

Vain

The Liquor Cabinet

Puck in the Blackout

Warm Static

A Single Polaroid

“Those weren’t protesters”

Skinny Haley

Sicky

Nothing You’ve Seen

Just a Gig

Hawaii and Vietnam

EEG

Naive

Mother Load Tunnel

A Caved-In Flower

Louder than the Roar of the Fire

The Din of the Helicopter

A Rain of Flowers

Blossoms Fell

Kyle approached me and held out his hand.

Turned Away from the Fire…

As if Pachyderms Could Talk

I could hear the crackle of the fire.

Aeons

Acclimate

Happenstance

Mercenaries Execute Supernumerary Policemen in Central European Wilderness

Terrible, terrible

A Square of Newsprint

A Single Caw

Organized Clutter

Paging Through

Cracked You with the Omelette Pan

Criss-Crossing the Stage

Odd

Can I smoke in here?

Plume of Sulfuric Smoke

Masks of a Single Clown

Mocking the Public

“They’re going to stream it live on the web…Cameras everywhere…”

Destroy the Laptop

Compelled to Speak

Low Rumbling

All the Mainstages Were Above Us

Cat Crawl

In the Future

Airborn

Drunken Poet

Took Off

Ozone

Coughed

Better of My Cough

Skittering Across the Apron

Lent Him a Sledgehammer

Cutting a Heart

Pleasantly Drowsy

Cool Against My Skin

Theatergoers Filled the Yard

I Am Hostess

Gendarmes

G made his way…

Dissipated

Cage Like Sconces

Pea-green Easy Chair

Astonished Silence

If I had met Sailor

Dark as an Illusion

My Illogic

A Silly Gift

Sweat Soaked

What I Swallowed

The First Time

Glowing

Adrienne

Oily Purple

Eyes Flashed

Stared

Retirement

Hex

Bridge and Tunnel

Home Fries

Delancey

A Rift

The Big Metal Noise

Softly Plummeting

Smelled of Wood

Tea

Wake up Hollow

False Line

Subterranean Track

She Was Reading

Awkward Positions

Her Eyes Were Enough

Awhile

Guilty Dirty Jesus

Like a Tweaker

Medicine

Shirt on the Floor

Love Drunk

Hesitated

Kissed

Rotted

Altar

Suspicious

Pink Seersucker

Goggle-Eyed

The Queen’s Washing

Currency from Her Bosom

Homeland Dollars

Chomped

Food

Cheese Fondu

Their limbs twined together…

He Kicked Off His Shoes

Her hair slid across his throat…

He grabbed a cushion…

She found him with her naked hand…

Congealing Cheese

America Was Oblivious

Far Below

Billows of Skirt

Gluttonous America

A Bib of Congealed Cheese

Barely Noticing the Cheese

Clack-clack

You Poured Me a Whiskey

Merc

“…I’m a nothing.”

Killing You

A Fee for Meee

Methodically, like a cow…

I stepped closer

Throb

Under my Clothes

The Inside

Clustering Sensation

Seams of Skin

And yes…

A bubble like lava

I have spoken too much

Metaphysics

Blocking the Barrel

Porcelain Chips

Pee Queen

False Idols

Nail the Definitive

Pies of Wax

Guardians

Noise

Hell means bright/Because of fire

Burn

When She Comes

The Soul Turns Inside the Body

Of one passage, intertwining

Jerking the Barrel

Three Shots

First Slug/First Bullet to the Brain

Second Slug/Second Bullet to the Brain

Third Slug/Third Bullet to the Brain

Three hard-edged objects filled my mouth

Swung

Vagina Envy

In my mind

She’d undergone this revelation

Lakshe

A tiny pea of a thing

I cry; I walk on air

I was so thin

Too Yellow

Cupped Hands

Pride

Sailor said

In the Blink of an Eye

Do no harm…and Do not disappear

Inscribed on Air

So glad

Talking Heart

How did she know?

The Vaporous Devil

Sailor?

Reflection

Turbulence

Gone

Falling Forward

Kraddy

Verses, 1,

Wordless, 1.1

The Truth, 1.2

Confirmation, 1.3

Vast Interior, 1.4

The World, 1.5

Remembering, 1.51

Thunderclap, 1.52 – 1.7

The Cradled Heart, 1.71

Bitter Glass, 1.72

The Absence of Justice, 1.721 – 1.724

Lay Down Gently, 1.725 – 1.7281

Fresh Air is Everything, 1.729 – 1.7292

Death Has No Grudge Against You, 1.7293 – 1.72971

A Box for a Heart, 1.7298 – 1.72981

Murderers Are Wild at Heart, 1.73 – 1.75

The Dogs, 1.751 – 1.752

Like the Heart of a Dog, 1.91 – 1.912

The All, 1.96

Verse 2, The Oxcart

Verse 4, Care

Verse 5, Alone in a Desert

Verse 6, Learning the Toll

Verse 7, Black Heart

Verse 8, The Future

Chapbook

Get Ready

Waited

In Exquisite Stillness

Now

I’ve seen shit burn

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Harlin Coke

Verses, 9.1 – 9.53, The Deep Well, The Rushing River

Rift

Haley Minwood

Verses, 10.31 – 10.93, Questions of Faith

Smoke, filling the brain

ellipse

Stockings

Mountains

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