I am awakened by Bill Withers and a feline stampede. Teeth stop grinding, bones start aching. Joints snap, crackle, pop as I rise to...

When you’re truly ready to move on be precise about it Double knot the loose threads and snip the tendrils Make it impossible for all...

These days, we connect in grid formations through blue light. Stories are told, costumes may appear and glasses are spilled and refilled....

They pull the wool over your eyes while their eyes are dead, never seeking you Open Eye, by Leslie Roach Leslie Roach is a poet, writer...

Scent of rot as they seek to render themselves relevant at our peril Incensed, by Leslie Roach Leslie Roach is a poet, writer and lawyer....

All my doodles become monsters. I press too hard when I write, meaning snapped leads and jagged rips through lined paper. The beings with...