Before, I was drowning in silence. Without you would be life without music. Of all the things that move through me, as the afternoon sunlight stretches over our bed I give myself to you, taste my skin like you do when our legs are tangled….

A spearmint wind speaks my name to darkness, “Let us make her think he wants her, desperately!” “Lamb impaled upon lettuce?” “Let us traaaaace it all back,” eyes drool oily spice as lust inverts its greed, hot to the mind of myth. “So foolish be…

Peeped over the edge ants streamed along the streets like giant robots Smoke covered the surface like a huge blanket Dots festooned with light shined like shooting stars Heads dashing in and out of the dots like monkeys   Neck craned; I pulled back Too…

Campfire Haiku Wood smoke fills the air hot face, cold back, boots melting sizzle, crackle, pop Warmth seeping into bones chilled by desert air under starlight Silence here at first full with life once you are still vibrant if you look (Prompt: Photo of a…

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words Faded photographs of album covers flit across the television screen As songs from my past are harmonized by those I once crooned along with. There’s The Hollies, singing about my brother not being heavy And I’m there, remembering…

flowers of the sun don’t know when i realise the fields of flowers beating down your eyes this time of year are no longer here that wild violent yellow racing off towards forever might now be nothing more than edge of childhood memory

Only close to death We notice life. Only in the dark We miss the light. Only when alone I need you near. Things you do not say I seem to hear. Only when I’m hurt I seem to care Only when I win I think…

Solemnly She steps onto the stage Her eyes swollen shut From crying tears of pain This day A day she wont soon forget Her day of birth A cause to celebrate Quickly turned into A day of somberness She holds the memories close  instead Life…

“All my friends are funeral singers” – Sylvan Esso / Califone   They line up, in formation dressed in black and gold Their harmonies studied their conductor reaches out Stretching towards each note passed from open mouths They take care not to step out of…

I’m already tired of funeral songs Only a few decades under my belt and yet I feel like I’ve seen too many funerals A few for the old but too many for the young and those near to me I wish I could hold tight…