these quotidian phases of life,these diurnal dimensions we dwell in.this missing you, the elusive touch,the feel of your untangled hair,the smile, slow-spreading like sunlighton melting snow, and the memory of ceriselips, wet, eager….unreal. ….these routines we rue,the lives we choose to cocoonour twin-souls in now;…

The sudden crack of fireworks leaves a ribbon of sulfur twirling thick through the August air. Adolescent laughter billows up. Cigarette smoke mingles with clouds of gnats. The night buzzes with a nervous haze.

Dear God, I know its been a while, and I’m sorry for my absence. Life has been anything but easy, so I’m working on some balance. Tonight I’m asking for one very special thing, although I’ve asked before. The bible says you hear me, but my…

Dearest Pippi, Even though I am older and no longer read your books way past my bedtime with a flashlight under the covers; I often find myself longing for your gift of storytelling. How goes it in the fantastical world of seafaring? Pirate ships, lost islands,…

Hour 13 – 6:00 PM   Color my world foresaken the word. A life still yet lived Is a mystery unrelieved. What will come of my ambitious goals. A fortune of gold, yet I want to reach souls. people buy up the marketing But still…

At three a.m. I went above to stand on the deck, swaying beneath my feet, and beneath a new moon. I had an instinctive sense of the vastness I was standing in- under me as well as over me and all around me. Oblivion for…

In your eyes I am a mat You step on You walk all over me But it’s nice to have me you need to get some stuff out And I let you In your eyes I am a painting You like having me around You…

a poem says “you know i really mean this, right?”

I have never been in love So I believe, but I am charmed with anyone that loves me. I live happy and alone,   So I believe. But I am charmed If someone goes out of their way to ask. “I live happy and alone,”…

This crazy mind of mine Roaming around… Between I and ME And last night a Faceless voice Startle me, I asked who are you ? It replied “I” Than a unfamiliar Gust of wind asked me The reason of my sorrow I wrote on wet…