How to make chai (tea)? Take a pot fill it with water half full show your optimism Put the pot on the stove on the medium flame of agony Add tea leaves— all black equal to the number of lovers Charlie has…
Tag: poetrymarathon2017
Hour Sixteen
From Lolita My body has just ripened let me bear the fruits with you the diamonds in your eyes reflect the light in mine the lollipop of desire is my favourite candy Humbert, I’ve forgotten Charlie, let me hum your tune…
This Basement Window
This basement window Allows a glint of light Through its high narrow strip of muddied glass. It’s well before dawn now I can smell a skunk sauntering past the yard Which is why my hound has been, well Hounding while I wrote all night…
Windows of My Soul
I look out and see the possibilities of my life. A vast terrain that I’ve yet to explore. It is growing and beautiful, ripe to be tilled. There overhead flies an eagle showing me the heights that I can reach. I hear the song. I…
Silence
Better to start with what I Haven’t missed. I haven’t missed the meals I skipped When the choice was art or Bread I haven’t missed money Unless I was broke and begging But I’d miss any page gone from these shelves I haven’t missed…
Lois
Everything I know of me I know because of you. Without your love, my existence wouldn’t have a clue. My literal identity is bridged inside your smile. My heart reaches through eternity, connecting through the miles. Thank you for being the one to teach me…
Alabaster
Alabaster cinched in ebony velvet A golden comb glitters, worked to match jeweled straps Ever patient unruffled she waits Delicate carmine nostrils and lips Never flare or curl But she’s been holding that fan for hours and she Leans on her free hand, fingers…
Strong and Silent
A marvelous artist with a perfect eye captured her better than a photographers’ lens. Her countenance stood out from the shadows showing the victory over her pain. Her porcelain skin was flawless and yet looked cold to touch. She now lived comfortably in her soft, black velvet…
Hour 14
I’ve been peculating the parts of you every evening and storing them in my soul’s jar everytime I peek into the jar The parts of you— diffuse into the gloomy air
From A Boys Eyes
I strolled along a crooked road, the journey was so long. I had to pack for 30 days and sang a month of songs. The trees were all so very tall. The sun, it shone so bright. I wasn’t sure I would be found again…