Two worlds in juxtaposition Living separate lives but bound by a thread Invisible, fragile, sharpened by years To cut through life’s griefs To bind and enable. Will it last, will it last? Will it endure the test of time? Or shall it shatter In a…

The earth is a sleeping pig, stinking, boiling, blunted, blinking, sourly computing every sound in the blinding quiet.   The earth is a precious child. We must attend to every sigh. Rien de plus … There is nothing more or else or other. No other…

The first moment we locked eyes, I knew my future. I wanted it all, when before I wanted none of it. I wanted the last name, the last breath, the last embrace. I wanted the first touch, the first kiss, the first gentle, sweet good…

Your challenge is to write a poem about the topic of marriage, without ever using the word marriage, and while also ideally avoiding the words spouse, husband, and wife. We started off with promise a love so deep it conflicted With every other chiding adult…

[untitled] Close eyes and breathe The voices called your conscience May be ancestors Returning to you in the Most familiar image

Glass Ships A glass ship floats seamlessly across the placid sea You can clearly view the contents of such a magnificent vessel Filled to the brim with good tidings and promise A journey set forth, a tour of duty A knot has been tied And anchors…

cw: none The canary has never flown; to fly would mean it would not be owned. It wonders, now, when it can see the sun through the room’s tiny window, what it would be like to soar. A canary is made to fly and to…

Two red headed little girls With big dreams They were each other’s only friend Imagination running wild Mysterious dolls Unicorn powers Dreams unexplainable Houses made of leaves that share our hair color Skies that sweep you off of your feet And then oneday It’s gone…

There’s a creek That runs through the middle of town They say if you drink from it You will be healed   But all I ever got Were half-filled promises And a feeling of regret   I still walk down to the creek To dip…

Emus and Cassowaries – Haiku   Damn Cassowaries Big birds that steal your lunch box As bad as emus