Step out of your car. Walk through the grass and over the stone path into the door of a kitchen, And the home of one hundred and twenty weary souls that consider you their sunshine. Often they ask me why they’re still around, What more there could possibly be for them to hear or see. … Continue reading It’s Nice to See You
Lucid Dream
Three paths Like flames licking a yellow lab laying by a fireplace Arise before me. Their landscapes a whispering lighthouse language. A distant forest, a barren desert, a grassy knoll. Curiously I climbed the simple hill, What could this conscious conjure beyond the green? A lake, moon blue and calm. Thin white strings dangled lifeless … Continue reading Lucid Dream
Fed Up
I never asked for a trophy- A partner with gratitude, I did not aim to upset you, step on your shoes or undress your attitude But I never thought the reward for my rise to your altitude, All the stress I've been put through, for all of my hard honest efforts, Three housekeepers in one … Continue reading Fed Up
Starved
As the distance between us decreases, I feel your influence settling in- Siphoning strength from my bones, My weakness, My hungry calcium goddess. I feel so readied for your return, Though I am not sure that I will be able to withstand the crushing blow Of your presence. The deserved gift of your starving body … Continue reading Starved
Your Hands
Human contact craving, Magnetic oxytocin. A hand, leeching emotional algae Like a sea urchin weeping on shore, Seamlessly empty. A teacup’s steam creeps through Into shirt seams Like hands brushing pale cheeks. Pinch me, It’s okay. I’m only dreaming Of your hands.
Distant Rain
From the place where you may gracefully sit, dance, or lay- Can you feel the effortless sway of the wind in my veins? It’s prodding up goosebumps when I hear your name. How the places between my fingers and teeth fill In attempt to push out the grief When I hear you speak. How your … Continue reading Distant Rain
Titan Arum
A human, With the patience of a titan arum, Or a harvest fly. The biding of time And the hiding of temper. They bloom like a volcanic whisper, As they hold the stench of death Embedded in their centers. Through this, they may attract the lively pollinators, Before retreating once again Into shelter.
Unlucky Gardener
I find it telling, Curious, And devastating, That every plant I plan to keep wilts within only a few weeks. Flowers and herbs, Even succulents easily escape from me. While I have recycled a variety of methods, With Several attempts in every session Adjusting the pressure of my attention. More water, less. More sun, less … Continue reading Unlucky Gardener
Amateur Lifeguard
My father and I have always had An amateur lifeguard meets practicing swimmer relationship, A dry tissue beyond arm’s reach for wet eyes, And what soon would become a post nasal drip. All I can smell is chlorine and salt sea. One of the most vivid memories I recall In the short amount of time … Continue reading Amateur Lifeguard
September 2019
How different the sound and pressure feel Crushing coffee beans, ice cubes and millipedes beneath a rubber soul. To have crushed so many that this is something able to be distinguished. To reluctantly have put several half crushed bodies out of their misery After Watching them walk backward With crushed heads. My heart crumbles with … Continue reading September 2019
Intrinsic Significance 