Poem #5: In a Fire

In a fire, you stand, read the air and its failing respiration, move in all contortions forgotten from leisure. The only way to test your reflexes, in an isolation of self; and your mind has never boiled to this degree before. Now you know how…

One Lesson I’ve Learned Well #8/24

One Lesson I’ve Learned Well When I was fragile as the bones of birds, unbroken by the way things go, I brought a baby chick so tiny and new but sick and frail and maybe suffering to my grandmother’s house. I came looking for her…

“Somebody’s Pet”

The fading sunlight ripples across the water’s veneer. A magical being emerges from beneath. Black and green scaley skin. Amber, diamond shaped eyes. A single deadly horn juts from its head. Teeth like razors primed to rip me to shreds. Yet this beast makes no…

The Artist by the Shore

In the still of the night All I hear is the slight drizzle by the window Tiny droplets of rain making sounds as they fall on the ground. On this cool July evening Alone in my room Still can’t bring myself to slumber, My mind…

#7

rain drops falling onto the glass sliding downards slowly and fast catching up with the others forming patterns and lines a race to reach the bottom of the window and still you say there is nothing to watch

Hour 7

The Sun in my Eye Radiant rays slide silently through All sensations of warmth running anew Piercing the shadows dark and cold Stands its path proud and bold Reaching to alight all in its way Flickers of gold dance through its elegant sway Lightly, gently…

Stealing Love (hour 7) Visual

Dancing in the moonlight she embraced the sweet caress of his lips as he ran his fingers through her hair she melted in his arms like butter spread on bread the dew was wet on the grass the bugs singing in the dark the smell…

Twice in October

A window faces a harsh blow from the rock the moment of impact, a bundle of white streaks stretch violently like sun rays in solar flare radiating outwards and in between each finger concentric loops connect suspended for a moment then in a cascading rush,…

Poem #5: Heat, Drink

The stormy day has come barreling towards us, I sit and whisper misgivings to your ear, We should remember this when the air is clear, And I think on your vodka drenched lips, And the heat burning between us, And I wonder where we could…

Witching

Us witches do know That the witching hour is here We must go now now