I’m closing my eyes Stepping into ur space Coming closer to ur face I feel u watch me U moisten ur bottom lip And bend ur neck Grabin my hip Meet me half way Shuttin ur eyes They meet and press Push and kiss U…

Life within the flame, a life of ash, revealing the marrow of our bones. Our character forged and tested by fire, until we shine like the purest of silver. Rain will come, wash all the ash away, and polish our reddened eyes. Pain extinguished, the…

#PoemNo9   The birds carried their song, the flowing riverbed beside provide acoustics tones of hue and calming subtlety. The winds whisper their secrets, bringing me tidings of the fir trees dancing to the melodies of nature’s orchestra.   The leaves rustle as if to…

Land and sea, I traveled. Three lifetimes of laying foundations among the clay, with clay covered hands, far from shifting sands and tidal waves. My hand to the plow, my heart intent to see the bloom of change among the walking dead. But all efforts…

Note: between basketball and other sports I didn’t really have time to do this properly, so I just winged it. Looking forward to revisiting the form when I do have the time! Most importantly, breathe in and out. Don’t panic, write down a few words,…

  Proust was a man of many words. If you could say it in five, He’d say the same thing in 50, and I loved every line. So often, I find myself staring at the empty page seeing a polar bear in a blizzard eating snow. My…

You don’t have to write to write a poem– sometimes you can be a writer; sometimes, you just need to be.

Rain melts the twilight sky as cresting waves pound the shoreline. Wind lift me up, let me swim in the Milky Way – its raspberry sweetness on my tongue, as dreams pass this dreamer by. I caress the stars above, kiss the moon with tender lips,…

Bringing in this one at the last minute… The illegible text tricks those who aren’t paying attention distracting them from the secret messages hidden in plain sight on the other side of the spread where truths burst forth from the page disguised as poetry Those…

Without meaning to, I’ve taken mental snapshots throughout my life that never leave me. Random things like A boy crossing the street in front of the house on Poplar Street My grandfather waiting for me On the train platform in Ocala The sapphire blue of…