Excerpt from my newest ‘zine:  Creaky Bones Bruised Skies 

Bones creak and my knees ache
each step sounds a crackle pop
I try to stand up straight like a lodge pole pine
my spine has other designs

Food tumbles around in my stomach
like dirty clothes in the washer
only certain items are allowed
no spice, no acid, no onions, no fun

Inside my head, there’s a heavy metal drummer
banging like it’s the last show
ibuprofen, water, sleep
the show must go on

 The seasons pass over the earth
creating a haunted house in my body