And so, in the end it was love. The ceaseless rage, red and hot Curled in my chest. Leonene in its quiet, pouncing on A moment’s notice. And so hungry. So I rip him from limb to limb, Again and again. He understands nothing of rage nor womanhood. He is about to. Then in theContinue reading “On Female Rage”
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Love Poem #2
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”
Blooms Unrealized
The 30th of February brings Sunlight to the Adirondacks again. New tears fall, conjuring an ocean from a pond Because spring has forgotten to bring the Promise of new beginnings, Instead settling with winter’s sharp thistles. I watch the writers put pens to paper, Drawing the flowers that don’t bloom. So this is what theContinue reading “Blooms Unrealized”
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
Love Poem #1
Then are we not the end, my love? For I love you more than stars love the night sky, Like the sun to the horizon, to you I come. You are the ground beneath my feet, ever solid, The shadow under my tenderest thoughts. A thousand years knows nothing of endurance Next to my eyesContinue reading “Love Poem #1”
Recollections of August
The wet dredges of August came and went,Hidden beneath the blink of an eye.This love was for you and I,Checkmate was currency, now all spent. Now November’s on the way out,And the leaves are falling.Freedom was desire, as I recall it,Summer was all of you, winter I will take without.
This Town
The people run this town, The dusty roads and sweeping jacarandas. I am a driver, now a passive observer In the realm of my car, I am removed from the ebb and flow of daily life in this town Even with the windows down. We are now outside the jurisdiction of traffic laws My carContinue reading “This Town”
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”
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”
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