Hearts of Stone Like a pebble commanding the ocean Seeing her thoughts Listening to waves and touching the dream The aroma of possibility fuelled by the taste for solitude In the sourness of the colour yellow Lee cries alone upon the shore Surrounded by a…

“By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion. There on the poplars we hung our harps, for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy. They said, ‘Sing us one of the songs of Zion!’…

You are my pot of gold The mint plant of life singing I taste the soft breeze on my face What would I do without Keith in Joshua Tree? Though sometimes he is a dipshit “Can I have a rainbow, Mom?” The sweet stone of…

Metaphorically speaking she is a couch potato with a heart of gold answering siren song of heart-tugging tear-jerking infomercial paeans to starving children abandoned pets endangered land forking over credit card access with every channel change racking up enough points to travel the world times…

    What’s the story of the smashed flower on the sidewalk Was it? Blown off by the wind, or thrown away in anguish   What’s the story of the smashed flower on the sidewalk Was it part of a wreath? Adorning a maiden’s hair…

The way we move from body to body   shifting the names from grief to grief   has to weigh heavily on our souls   ~ d², 09.02.23, 11:52 AM Copyright D Squared Poetry, 2023. © All Rights Reserved.

Her voice was a cry through the chambers of a full heart Pumping rhythmically its 8 pints of blood The sound smooth, soft, gossamer Scraping the ears of all those who would listen Releasing a tale from the mouths of those she trusted A tale…

You are pulling my leg, I might have a cow. I’d get bent out of shape, If I only knew how. I think my mind is heading towards the moon with the cow! Oh no! I have reached the stars. Looking around, I see the…

Swirling Concentric circles, I look down upon my contemplative self lonely? – never serial scripts, scenarios, sequential senses, syntagmatic semantics, seriously slither sideways, sister singer sirens, siting in shared silence sustaining splendent sanctity, strength and love.

His chewing was the sound of tires on gravel Shattering the crystal on the table Speaking through the chewing, Sending shards of breadcrumbs And spittle like shrapnel on his guests The choked sounds of mumbling Through the sucking of the oysters Gluttony spilled down his…