For twenty one, we must return to my thirteenth year where a boy noticed me in passing. It was sheer luck we were there in the same room, at the same time at Kennedy Space Center. On vacation with our respective families, we…
Category: Miscellaneous
Night Flight -credit T.S. Eliot poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
With great abandon, here go I, with wings a-beating in the sky I crafted them upon my table; now drying them in windy streets, when laughed at, my visage here retreats Sometimes find me in hotels after collecting stones and shells: till erupts an…
#18
Soft bass bumped from the car speakers My arms pinned above my head You fucked me in rhythm to the music that meshed with our hot breath that steamed up the wet, rain kissed windows Thunder boomed Grabbing on to me, pulling yourself in more…
Little Things
There are little things in life that I can see, Like the tender markings in a tree. The dew that clings to the grass anew, These are little things that are special to me. A bird with wings that are so blue, A certain kind…
Haiku
Rain falls steadily In time with claps of thunder. A summer rain storm
Out of sorts
losing track of time the hours are slipping and so am I cloudy eyes fuzzy brain 4:55am searching for that perfect combination of words to arrange for you but right now I wipe the sleep tired eyes Ready to keep going
Your Courage Mustered and Relish the Day
Welcome you are to my life and my home. find some comfort in my company find our fun and misadventure maybe sail across the sea of ecstasy Forsake the norms of genteel reproach and gather here on my mushrooms head of power and persuasion and…
WRITE
Wonder Read Imagine Think Explore.
Hour 20, I Grow Old
In my youth, there was sometimes beauty, a grace of form unmarred by lines, skin tight to the flesh and muscle well defined, hair curling and furled down to a waist a mere eighteen inches, spanned easily by the hands of the man who became…
Bookworm
Munch, munch, munch! The Bookworm chews through a book Gulp, gulp, gulp! The Bookworm slurps up the knowledge Nom, nom, nom! The Bookworm finishes another. A pile of crumbs left in the wake It’s off to the library to re-fill their plate.