Dreamy land Where no man’s sad Foggy skies Where no one cries Wind that blows And I repose Birds sing And why not It’s a Paradise! Magical place And I refuse To shut my eyes!

A letter to my past

You said that you wished we were real but we were, don’t you see? If we were not real, why does it hurt so? I don’t need to pinch myself to feel the pain to know that we were real. Two years and I still…

Understanding Goodbye (hour 4 prompt 4)

You were so much more than your ending But that was long ago Long before your alcoholic demons took your soul Long before you lost yourself to the bottom of the wells Long before we hit this fucking town that I call Hell You used…

To Those I Left Behind

It would take too long to write to all of you Everyone I left behind as I was forced to move forward With each new place and each new life I met more of you I like to think that each of our friendships helped…

Dear Dad

Things you could not have divined or imagined Are now a dystopian reality There’s not much left of humanity – Was this predestined? Or was this always the nature of your God Of superior intelligence And advanced technology Who belonged not in a church but…

Grandpa Gaius

Grandpa Gaius, Last night, your children showered Earth on your mortal home. The last they’ll ever do for you. I’m sorry I wasn’t around to say farewell. I’m sorrier I couldn’t save you on your sick bed. Death bed? I watched your body breathe in…

Summer Letters

Dearest Nana, My Chateau is warm today With the shining summer sun Just in time For The Poetry Month! So I write to you this letter To introduce Epistolary Poetry And ask if you will Write back to me too! And also to say that…

When Rock Stars Die in the Desert

Dear Keni, They haven’t solved your death. I think about you and your last breath. The coroner doesn’t return my calls. No one speaks of your blood splattered on your paintings and walls. Your dog is happy and with a friend. I have not forgotten…

The Itinerant Beautifier

Open, close, glide, slip, slide, flit, carried along with the trade winds, from South America to the U.S., meandering descent, alight, rest, sniff, close wings. Scent, sweet, nectar, delicious intent, probing with a proboscis, whether orange or flower, sliced or whole, honey or raw sugar…