"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

no barbarians at the door?

now what?


i don’t need your balm

your stinkin salve

your pallid comfort


in the absence of



and cancerdocbarbarians


who am i?


slinker in parks

once stalked by a mad cousin


now weathervane jesus

portends a prairie resurrection


of metis mother-in-law

who will rise with the next

gibbous moon



it is night and the barbarians haven’t come

some people say that there aren’t anymore

barbarians   what will we do without them?

(Waiting for the Barbarians  C.P. Cavafy)





Fall  2019



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