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”
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”
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”
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”
Literary Musings 