I discovered a dark cloud
in my closet. I tried it on.

It was soft & moist on my skin.
I wore it to church. It’s a miracle

I survived the fall. I was floating
above the congregation

when the cloud began to rain.
I landed on the preacher

giving a sermon from the pulpit.
I shouted, “Praise the Lord

& Blessed are the Naked.”
Then I got the hell out of there.

Image credit:Nikolas Noonan

I have one book of poetry published in Tucson by Moon Pony Press in 2009 titled, The Certainty of Looking Elsewhere. My poetry has been published in numerous small presses including: Dark Horse, Gargoyle, 6ix, Tor House Newsletter, The Moth.