Under The Autumn Leaves

Magazines that go unread,
the glass coasters that belong to my roommate,
remote controls to a TV that is no longer here,
a corkscrew from an old job,
the collected works of Jane Austen,
The Shack, The God Catchers, and The Lord of the Rings,
candles that remain unused because they are
unscented and do nothing to mask the odor
coming from next door.

**This poem was published in the 2010 edition of the Element: Online Literary Arts Journal.

Ink

she has been longing for numbness
succumbing
four more hours in the chair

I stare at the kaleidoscope
on her side
my eyes shy away

colors so beautiful
but they do little to mask the
irritated skin

pink
puffy
glossy with the goo

She confesses to the addiction
needles tap out
validation for her badge of anger

the tattoo over her heart
covers something besides skin

**This poem was published in the 2010 edition of the Element: Online Literary Arts Journal.

Passion

She brushes past unnoticed
and when he can no longer see her
it is her distinct scent that distracts him from his work.

What he thought was dead
is awake
like all the men at the Million Man March.

Pushing on his heart until
he thinks it will burst out of his chest
like the cork on the champagne bottle
that you shook up on New Years Eve.

**This poem was published in the 2010 edition of the Element: Online Literary Arts Journal.