Poem 2

Young teen boy stands on Commonwealth Ave isolated from the bustle around him, headphones delivering his own cacophony, chewing gum, seemingly in another place. His tee-shirt reads, “Kennedy 1917-1963.” Before he was a gleam In his father’s eye And just a star In the night…

Hour Two: The Drowning

I have always imagined it to be like walking on water, all the way to Spain. Or Nova Scotia. I’ve never been to Halifax. There might be shipwrecks there from that exploded boat and I’ll be the one to find the missing brooch, a letter…

Prompt for Hour Two

meeting me in  this treasure island surely it is just the beginning of day haunting of yesterday   doing the routine of the day making sure everything amazing and dazzling just be honest to oneself surely awaiting for the after hours   making the day…

Alouette

I feel the softness of you, pressed against me. Feather-light, blood-warm, sugar-sweet saltiness that is you in the morning. Your lips at my throat, your hands at my ribs, fanning across the indentations like a blind man searching for the Braille poetry of our desire,…

Hope – 2/24

I found hope in a heartbeat It hid from me for the longest time, Just as a watched pot never boils, is sought hope ever found? I left it behind, declaring myself-by name,  hopeless Until a sleepy night where the moon intoxicated me- I shut…

Moonlight and Poetry

Moonlight and poetry Virginia Carraway Stark I dreamt I wrote a poem It was stuck in a moonbeam I couldn’t get it out Just gazed at it in longing Thinking That If kisses Were like poetry That could get stuck in moonbeams They would be…

Silent

I stood before them, Silent My soul screaming I desperately needed, Wanted their attention It was more painful To be alone in the crowd Then to slice open my wrists Again And again Yet, there I stood Desperately pining For a love I’d never be…

Hour 1–Disclaimer

“Professional driver, closed course, do not attempt.” You know you want this car. You know you want to ease your model-like lank into this techno-womb and feel satin controls against your skin. Of course, it’s nighttime, and cool gleam surrounds you. The machine itself creates its own benevolent…