

Spokane Summer - my 2016 poetry project:
I wrote this book of poetry the summer before I came out. I had been selling them at Aunties and at Atticus. And I still have a few copies left (half a box). If you want one, just email me and I will get one to you. No charge unless I have to mail it, then you have to pay for postage and the envelope. Here is a poem sample to ascertain if this is really your cup of tea:
Sky Kisser
Heroic meth man
Shackled and cuffed
Naked and rolling on the floor
“The bomb IS in THERE!”
Decaying drywall is no match for his bare feet
His toes almost poke Steve in the eye
As he stands on the stairs – blinking
A foot explodes in blood and dust through a ragged hole
The new guy huddles by me and my electric clipboard
Blood flies and flies dip in our faces
Cops are afraid
Afraid of him dying
Pedestrians step over glass and furniture below
A catapulted communication from above
Syringed sedatives slow nothing
Marlin Perkins did better with his dart gun
He will not stay buckled in – teetering on the brink
Trying to warn us of his secret mission
Indestructible, supercharged and textile free
We hold him gently like a baby bomb
Swaddled in a tarp
Down stairs – past doors with nonsensical numbering
A four-floor carry to a welcoming gurney – Valhalla
Your mission is complete
You have landed
Cops and firefighters wipe off your super blood
The stuff of legends and foretold in stars