Richard L. Matta

cooking class
a pointing finger
starts macerating

— Richard L. Matta

Richard L. Matta

one hard bite
beneath the dripping eye
a bloodworm

— Richard L. Matta

Richard L. Matta

blood flowers
a monarch’s long sip
from a vein

— Richard L. Matta

Richard L. Matta

sickle moon
a shadow stalks him
to the tool shed

— Richard L. Matta

a ref’s mark

with his heart in it

javelin throw

— Richard L. Matta

Richard L. Matta

afternoon breeze
a windmill’s dark blade
slashes through me

— Richard L. Matta

Richard L. Matta

noodle soup 
the sweet and sour taste
of a smirking smile

— Richard L. Matta

wet concrete

the last overlay quells

a beating heart

— Richard L. Matta

Richard L. Matta

commingled smells...
his everyday brut
and formaldehyde

— Richard L. Matta

another puzzle

in mom’s meaty stew

…an empty trap

— Richard L. Matta

Richard L. Matta

passing crows…
his tattooed scythe
grows grimmer

— Richard L. Matta

ghost owl shriek...

a dust cloud appears

on the headstone

— Richard L. Matta

Richard L. Matta

forest trail my face mask a wolf spider web

— Richard L. Matta

Richard L. Matta

bad timing candlelight on her hourglass tattoo

— Richard L. Matta

high overpass

my shadow darkens

a headstone

— Richard L. Matta