Aphrodite’s Disaster


She burned the box devoted to him,

And scattered the ashes in his car.

Hiss —

Irises flared in heated rage,

As she hugged her knees in the backseat.


He broke the window to her bedroom,

And stumbled through on drunken legs.

Thud —

Trembling knees cracked on wooden boards,

As he dropped his head to the mattress.


She found their picture in the glovebox,

And clutched the print with bloodless knuckles.

Rip —

Smirk and smile mocked falling tears,

When she tore their faces to pieces.


He saw the frame upon the nightstand,

And seized it with a strangled laugh.

— Crash —

Glass shattered, denting white plaster,

When he threw their love across the room.






She clawed his skin as he crushed her heart,

And Aphrodite sobbed from her throne,

As her masterpiece fell to Hades.

– kh.

March 2017 | Placer County, California

Broken Hero

He was supposed to be the hero.

The one who saved the day,

Who knew just what to do.

He was supposed to be the strongest.

The one people turned to,

Who faced down any monster.

He was supposed to be untouchable.



But he has inner demons, too.

They crack him beneath the surface,

Where the people can’t see.

And they never will.

For what would happen

If the strongest man alive

Showed weakness?


Even Superman has to cry.

– kh.

Song: “Superman” – Five For Fighting

© Placer County, California | September 2015


She marks him on the surface.

Gliding thick lines over smooth skin,

Drawing her fears in midnight black,

Searching for the end.

He marks her deep within.

Etching his name on her bones,

Holding her heart between his fingers,

Awaiting completion.

He is her canvas,

A masterpiece;

She is his artist,

A wunderkind;

And together they bleed,


– kh.

© Placer County, California | September 2015