For the Sedona Semi-final Poetry Slam on March 26 when I am ancient and these fingers curl so arthritically they can no longer hold a pen w...

I worked for the Safeway/Vons Call Center until today. I sent this email to the 100+ people in my office. Tarah is my immediate supervisor, ...

I work best under pressure. So, rather than work on the minimum six poems I needed for the slams over the last month, I squeezed four of the...

creative "Election Year Mudslinging" Christopher Lane claims he’s right for America, but what is he really hiding? do you think y...

for Tarah Leija some dreams taste better on paper sketched sideways on a bedroom wall beneath a poster of rock stars you’ll never be, and th...

it still clings to these fingers hangs on the strands of my hair sleeps in the crevasses of my ear like a drunk who wandered in to a pillow ...

Long Schlong McDong Chastitti (with that spelling) iambic eGO Gentleye or Jentleye Gubernatorial That-Guy lyrico eRECTshun bestpoetinthehist...

i knew Gandhi back when he was a fighter throwing fists in dark, low bars with bikers and brits alike no one called him "the short guy&...

Don’t sell me funeral plots on late night television if the end is already in sight am I supposed to pull the sheets up to my neck, count to...

SPINAL LANGUAGE (For Christmas) give me a tattoo deeper than skin on the bones of my spine onto the surface of every vertebrae in every huma...

all I really want from you is a reason to be nice for a change

Must be read in the voice of a political attack ad. Christopher Lane claims he’s right for America, but what is he really hiding? do you thi...

the Peach is a damn sexy fruit if I could love a fruit like a woman I would love a Peach strong but soft sweet but tart the fuzz tickles my ...

You never know what may happen how fate plays games with our lives rolls the dice cut chords or ties them speed bumps, heart attacks, or hea...

This is beauty, the way skin bounces off clouds shouted to a thickened sky of a heaven too tired to listen and I feel a step closer to god w...

Side stepping the truth The poet kept his feet moving Across the steel and stone Wandering the back of the fallen colossus Searching for wor...

i feel like a skin tree roots that uproot at a moments notice, limbs that stretch toward to sun warmed in the morning kiss of sunrise finger...

these hands stay idle too long in a day they should be freed from this wage slavery so they can lewis-and-clark the crevasses of my skull an...

i smelled you on my skin today sugary sweet as if you had slipped in while I slept traced footsteps on my eyelids left before I woke no note...

I have never sailed along the Dalmation coast do the boats have spots?