Month: January 2018

Voices On A Screen

There are Other voices, which you are part of, yet separate Those Other voices are filled within you, with their weight of coarse speech and their calluses that form upon your whispers, where empathy is a gesture gained and lost at the tip of…

I Used To Swim The River

I remember swimming against your current, only to find myself stuck, muscles not strong enough to make progress. I learned to swim with you. I remember heading for your deepest channels, where the big ships travel, catching large wakes. Your cautions were always whispers….

Known

  Being poetic can be accidental However, Being a poet is no accident  

Kiss (Portrait 11)

The streets at night shimmer under the emerging, movement of streetlights. It’s the tree limbs that cause their action. Above them, wires stretch into an evolution of light and dark. Of course, that’s where we kiss. Where else? And it’s a damn good smooch….

Cerealized

We stretch what is real Until it fits the way we feel If we don’t think it’s right We’ll let it soak overnight Where dreams of our wishes Are full of strange dishes Then, in the morning we awake To find reality can’t be…

Page Turner

  Ask a poet for a page turner, She’ll offer you a page That can’t be turned   We tend to view life as  linear , as a series of events. Like art, it has depth.   Your happiness is a craft that travels…

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