Poetry

You are the midsummer sunGleaming off pellets of rain in a late afternoon drizzle. I find myself dancing among the endless glitter,For the clouds cannot block your light.

I want my life to be like elevator music Like 1980s water cooler talk Dimmed by sconces and the latest office scandal Bossa nova music and the scent of candles Dulled by suburban apathy and psychiatristsLaughter and clinking of glasses White noise and waves upon the...

I crest over a hill and seethe supple ocean waves blanket the sand,lapping at the grounds edgeRight at the point the mighty seaconnects to the stoic coast Harmony millennia longI am at the breast of the seathat gave the first lifeand holds more than any other Being by...

Her toes curl and pull up tufts of grassThe springtime breeze sings a muted melodyHer eyes fixate on the hole at the northern horizonA black speck among the infinite sea Above, the sun is flanked by cloudsAnd clouds by concave mountains crownedA stunning sight to...

It’s in the quiet moments we lose ourselvesIn the gaps between the somethingsFiltered through the cracks in our souls Age is beauty in wholenessGrasping for the last few dropsOf nascent blood in ancient soul World seen true in century's timeWorth its weight in old A...

A tattoo flutters daintily up from her sternumTo the top of her shoulderTwo butterflies in playful chaseAs the flow of time runs thin It begins with a benign growth in the breastBut a year melts byAnd the reassurances slow to a trickleShe can still hear her mother’s...

I used to sit by the pool  Taking in the moment Time speckled with chlorine  And the swaying branches of trees  And wooden steps Eating ice cream  The sun filled my eyes  Casting yellow rays  Those were the days Those were the days

maybe I'm in my headI think I’ll stay a bit longerhopeless and I'm running outof reasons to be stronger your hands are gonna rustyou’ll suffer on your ownyou’ll remember when you wakethe testimony of your soul ancient talks of this decayput out like a cigaretteyou and...

It’s in the quiet moments we find ourselvesIn the gaps between the somethingsPeering through the puddles and the spoons Sometimes what we find is not what we expectJust little toddlers reaching and grabbingSo amazed at the world with its newness An open spring of...