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”
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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 Heart’s Melody
I remember composing an album after a traumatic loss. I usually turn to my writing to touch the depths of despair, but this time I reached for the piano keys. My fingers stumbled over them, slow but steady, eventually finding a melody congruent to the tempo of my heart’s desires. It’s never been my favorite, butContinue reading “The Heart’s Melody”
Summer Nights Poetry
Thoughts from the shower
The clockwork gears unraveling beneath my skin. A labyrinth, a lifetime in the making, is burning. The absence of your nearness has abandoned me. I showered today for the first time since. And I lie in the sheets, like my skin, that have been scrubbed clean. And although the warmth is all mine, I can’tContinue reading “Thoughts from the shower”
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”
Literary Musings 