Category: Poetry

Here is where my deepest heart lies. These writings emanate from the many times when my passion hits the bottom and other times where it seems to fly on wings. To solace myself, I go to the woods on deep forest trails, pray to waterfalls, look over valleys, and dip my hands in the waters of springs, hoping to soothe myself. Forgive me if I get angry; for at times I’m just plain mad at the world.

Shelly

Her makeup was a postmodernist painting, swashes of pinks and blues, wayward paint upon skin. When she put it on, she grinned, but didn’t smile. Inside, her voice was a thunder. Shook things. Came from her bones, resonated outwards, circles, waves. I imagine it’s…

Love Letters

She’s a tangent, planting words in wild rows that release constant seeds, adrift, landing upon her skin, a skin she reads to herself. Her heartbreak, an apocalypse of reincarnations, dust on the floor, dry paper, bits, clumps, wheat lost from the chaff, molded to…

Fluid

Static binaries numbed inside the liminal As if sound is a scrape bunched into barren elements Voiced structures—definitions in sand Drawn with sticks—hopscotch on a playground   To know the tides—their decomposition To know their fragments—their never-ending versions Can’t be claimed as one or…

Stay Safe

I just wanted to take this little shard of time To tell you With compassion Stay Safe. You are loved.        

Texture

We sleep upon the rough carpet Distracted—insomnia twins Twirling threads and frays   Floorboards still heard Beneath our pressed ears Though muffled—small creaks   Of planks, bare, exposed in spots Revealing coats of wax and stain Covered in fresh oversleep   Our hands scuffed,…

Listening Words

  April’s stillness, ruffled by a hum of The distant drone of a circular saw The pressing winds of moving cars The drift of a child’s laughter Sound is a field of words   Image entitled “Motion”.        

Teeth Of Sea

  The ways to one another are uneven. Steps expand, contract, falter, fuse Feet unsure, like magnets running Fixed fast to the sprawling spin Of simple skin and porous bone.   We push hands through texture Cool walls made up of paint layers The…

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