Have You Noticed
after Mary Oliver How certain poems linger in the echoes of yesterday. How certain triggers replay a certain phrase. How hanging onto words engulfs an empty room. How walking through fields begets velvet moonlit nights listening to you. How spinning a record after dropping a needle births a mountain of longing and sorrow. Have you ever noticed that no matter how many times you block out the sights and sounds, they sprout their way back…
Keep readingTrain to Nowhere [with audio]
The clock ticks in desperation to move us along, to where we belong. Our eyes remain forward, no longer looking back. The man in seat 2B sobs with tears streaming down his face. He’s left his life in his old place. I soak in the faces of passengers around me, stern looks all around. All longing for company, for answers that can’t be found. Looking over my shoulder, the train across the way has the…
Keep readingThe Disposables [with audio]
We met there in the bar most nights the same drink the same table conversing over troubles we leaned on each other in those long nights This night I sit and wait at the same table with the same drink you haven’t arrived yet and I linger for hours wondering Nights like this pass Was it something I said Was there someone new What was keeping you Then you arrive one night through the doors…
Keep readingInspirations
First loves inspired my first writings Battles of insecurities Mixed with lovesick blues All poured out onto paper as quickly as they could Waves of inspirations beating against the currents Then inspirations went out the door And out of sight Then all at once it came back again A chain reaction A flood gate opening A tidal wave of poetry Poetry then turned to song Songs I never knew how to structure Songs that never…
Keep readingHow We Begin [with audio]
poetic response to Get A Room We arrange to meet in that room, The one with the two armchairs, A bed, and a shower We swap breathless monologues Then we begin The unbuttoning of my blouse, Kisses going down my neck, Hands upon my chest, Our bodies speak in thrusts. I’ve been waiting for a moment like this Eyes locked tight, mouths open, Fingers tracing every curve, Feeling breathless and alive, Unlocking the magic in…
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