Dear Anna Virginia Carraway Stark Anna what happened To your cricket heart I see your doubt And empty dreams Your decisions poised Ever on a razors edge Of your triplicity You alone I can never trust Your heart is ever changing Your blonde hair Turned…

Things were going just fine cordial, cold, robotic, no acrimony When I broke the calm by asking the entirely wrong question.   Fighting renewed, airplanes overhead Daily barrage of AK47 rapid fire in the electronic street of emails Your aggressive Stalin to my calmer Churchill.   Collateral damage…

I’ll come late to take you to that frozen lake by the way of circumstance…clouds will part like one last chance. We will dance with arrows beating through our sullen hearts: expose our secrets in a snow-still twilight proving that love is laid bare. Soul-struck…

Slow dying sorrow slips over me, slow as sun in evening… slightly lowers my listless stare. Capturing my heavy eyes, heaving as I kneel, on that frozen lake by a frozen town where the dust drifts, deterring a detached zodiac. Wandering stars can only dream…

I found hope in a heartbeat It hid from me for the longest time, Just as a watched pot never boils, is sought hope ever found? I left it behind, declaring myself-by name,  hopeless Until a sleepy night where the moon intoxicated me- I shut…

Moonlight and poetry Virginia Carraway Stark I dreamt I wrote a poem It was stuck in a moonbeam I couldn’t get it out Just gazed at it in longing Thinking That If kisses Were like poetry That could get stuck in moonbeams They would be…

Your alarm goes off too early. One last cuddle followed by brushing, dressing, bed heaving as you lace your boots.   My alarm goes off too early. No work today so what the hell … return late night texts, check emails light dimming as I…

I began cursing frantically As my fingers hovered across keys Every word I wrote, every line completed A disaster….a train wreck in slow motion A poem whose life was meant to portray feelings of a foolish man in love profoundly and with simplicity. About a woman That…

I think about it all the time About how a single crack in my pillars could be the end of it all I could chisel a blood river into my thighs, and feel the currents empty life from me as I stood tall, the building…

dear me, you made it to the finish line now turn back around fish for the bread crumbs and let delirium sing you to sleep