You are home The easiness I find in each kiss   We find a middle ground An urge to understand each other You hold me tighter   I can see the glimmer in your eye Before the words leave your lips   Each day is…

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Luring myself into a trap, I then start unwinding, how obtuse of me To ignore those around me, hindering what I need To let go those that conspire and acquire.

Comforting, warm, funny, sweet, a little wicked, smart, witty, solid, real, careful, mindful, my kind. Yeah, that’s my man. That smile, that laugh, the frown in focus, the sadness, shoulders, hands, all of it in their pieces good, but in this whole he is himself,…

I took a paragraph from Hemingway’s “Big Two-Hearted River Part I” changed all the words to words that rhymed, and then rearranged the pieces so they made a little sense. Why did I do this? I had to write my TWENTY-FOURTH POEM, THAT’S WHY!  …

I gazed at you through silver haze magnetized by black irises. In thoughtless wonder I seemed soothed, drenched in bubbles of soapy security, until soaked and wrinkled, I gazed… dumbfounded. I gazed, naked in a steamy tub, bathing in shallow water.

24 Poems: “The Dinner Party”   Creamy Cheddar Soup   One might call this typically Canadian Mild and quaint in simplicity Unlike some of the guests however Unduly lacking in simplicity   It almost lathers when it’s stirred This orange pond of gold Like a…

By Lift and Drag. ~willjxn~ Lifting off from Salt Lake City, Thrown back in my seat. Rising over Colorado. The Rocky Mountains blink.   There are no signs that say,  Now leaving Kansas city, “now entering “show me” state. The borders blur.   The Mississippi…

I walk in silence, no roaring in the sky but night air: s t i l l n e s s  I take off my sweater to feel the cool air, I’m in the backyard, hearing the tang of the birdcalls. I swear they must be…

I take in a breath, smell and taste the salt in water; my tears mixed in, another saline solution. This view is everything to me right here, right now. I feel not so tattered here than in suburbia, as wild as that sounds. This is…