There is no need for more poetry, For my love is not a writer, And I am not a romantic. But if I’m alone, and the moon is hanging low, The words write themselves. A secret I love you, Etched into a journal a million times. One for every beat of your heart, One forContinue reading “Love Poem #2”
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Jasmine Tea, Again
And so, it ended as it started The story is absurd like that Alone in the coffee shop downtown Wondering what comes next And knowing the answer won’t come easily
If this is the end
If this really is the endAnd you won’t be coming home,Then all of it is yours.The years, the friends, the tears.I can’t quite tell if I see you in everything I made this life of,Or if I made this life of everything I could see you in.But the point remains:You are the golden thread braidedContinue reading “If this is the end”
Another Life
Today, last year, it was all about us, And today, this year, it isn’t. We are not bearing the gifts you are waiting to receive, or giggling as we blow your balloons. They think they’re so lucky finding you, And they are. Anyone is lucky to have you, But you were ours first. For aContinue reading “Another Life”
The Zanzibar Hotel Excerpt
We’re lying in the hammocks, The night air is thin but warm. My drink pours all over my leg, leaving a sticky trail of sour juice. We’re laughing until we’re not. Drunken laughter grips my brain, Possessing my entire body. O glances over her drink, her body rocking the hammock. The lights fill the undersideContinue reading “The Zanzibar Hotel Excerpt”
The Bird and The Storm
The tears fall, and once again I don’t understand. It’s like the skies prophesized, the unravelling is inevitable. My love, my darling is like an exotic bird. He flies free, quick, never looking back. Loyal, steady, but fleeting, Drinking the orchard’s sweet drips. I am a hurricane, The tempest itself, Bitter and crackly. The torrentialContinue reading “The Bird and The Storm”
Banana Island
In the daytime, we bask in the sun, but the rays are harsh in this swampy corner of the river. It rubs our skin red and raw, but in two days’ time, the desirable brown will develop like a roll of film, and the water is murky and warm as we braid thread, waiting forContinue reading “Banana Island”
love of my life
love of my life i will abandon you not a harsh mistress but mine nonetheless a life of bleeding paper all the extremities of the heart to your madness i commit myself i bear your mark proudly at your service to you i present my blood and my flesh sever my soul from my bodyContinue reading “love of my life”
A Dying Garden
It’s crazy how the garden hardly looks beautiful anymore. I let the grass grow out, convinced length was the missing piece. Yes, that’s what I thought, that the short grass just wasn’t right. The azaleas are blue now. I’ve always admired them from afar, and now they grow in my garden, beautiful but out ofContinue reading “A Dying Garden”
The Nightshade Problem
5:00 PM, Hospital Dearest Anna, Don’t worry about waiting up for me. I have a feeling this will be a long night. I’ll see you tomorrow. Love, Will 4:00 AM, Villa Avenue It’s four am and, not for the first time, I’m wishing I could sleep through the night. I’m wishing the pills would doContinue reading “The Nightshade Problem”
Literary Musings 