Every once in a while, I forget just how much I delight in Frankenstein(ing) my blackout poem bits. Then, the muse remembers, stitches them together, and we birth something deliciously warped:


Ink my body into temptation,
then art the darkness with my want.

You see, love is misery
and happiness,


when your words love me well,
the world finds all the right spots
and life moans her pleasure.

I want us—
cradled by our warped
selves, attached to our old
and terrible…
I want us.


the visual poetry

crafted for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and Poets United (Poetry Pantry, 393).

How to Keep Wannabe Autocrats from Walling Your Weird (in 5 not-so-easy steps)

“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love” [for life, for self, for those we share our weird with]. ~ Robert Fulghum (and moi)

1. Resist common ideality.

2. If the fist of orthodoxy threatens to meek your Nature given wild, scream, “I love strange!” and dance for a spell.

3. If anyone suggests your differences make you less, remember that normal is a con (more apparent than real).

4. Worship critical thinking, and sense.

5. Trust your strange.

the blackout poem bits behind the how-to

for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55.