Killing The Tricksters
He had a lot of swagger for a man not much taller than a parking meter. As he climbed the bar stool, it was apparent
Prying Moon
Sweet, prying moon
all silver and lace.
where last midsummer
did you find her?
She loves to watch you fall
a token of promise,
surely
The Trickster Witch Part 2: Juan Aldama
There’s a dark energy there
we held her close, kept her warm
night after night, while the terror
spread like pigment on wet glass
Green
and one daring pixie
traded effervescence
for love
in segmented rhythm
she chose
to dance
until silver
and undulating moss
canceled the parade
she smiles
Word Dogs
Thoughts proportioned in small words
carefully aligned but mispronounced
impaired and glaring.
Awaken, frostily and without haste
the perfect angle of carom
like an echo,