Into the Woods

I imagine a house in the woods.
Down a narrow road with green growing up both sides.
Infinite leaves and bark overhead and underfoot.
Fog and four-legged creatures scampering about.
I imagine a house made of glass.
Crystal clear views in stereo surround.
On display for the no one who can look in.
And living in that house I could walk into the wood 
And scream.
It would be nice to feel so heard.

The Girl Who Cried to the Wolf


What they don’t tell you about the boy and the wolf

Is that it wasn’t a wolf who bit the boy.

For in the same village lived a girl who the boy loved to tease.

Three times when he pushed her to the ground she ran to town

And they exclaimed that boys will be boys and let the matter be.

One last time he pushed her down and she ran to the wolf and threw herself at its feet.

“I want to howl and bite, be strong and fearless like you” she cried.

To which the wolf replied, “a wolf is a spirit, girl, not a set of teeth.”

A week later she walked out of the woods with wildness in her gate

And freedom in her eyes. Three more times the boys played his games

And each time the girl bared her grin and dared him one hit further.

One last time he came for her, only to the shock of town, the girl fought back.


What else would you learn, little Ella,

Each night asleep beneath the stairs?

Than to rise unencumbered

and with no regard for those who

upon you tread.

Not Bad

‘Isn’t there always some kind of condition to contentment?’ – R. Brand

Why else would I feel guilty 

when I want to say “I’m good”?

Because what I really mean is I’m content

and no one would understand why.

10 Years



At twenty-eight I’ve put away childish things.

I still believe that people get what they earn

and reap what they sow.

I still believe in fairy-tales, dragons,

and monsters in the dark.

I still believe in white knights and glass slippers.

I still believe in true love

and good conquering all.

I still believe

but in the past ten years I’ve learned

that believing something doesn’t make it real.