There’s something there…Read more: There’s something there…
say it was in the stars, something supernatural led me to you. say it was the moon pulling my tides closer to you. it’s something deeper than a mere connection. it’s something in the waiting & it grows with our knowing. you can’t put your finger on it. there’s something there. some will call it…
Christmas 2020Read more: Christmas 2020
we hold those we love closer in these dark times to feel the warmth, the love, the light. but you i love the most, i’ll always dream of holding you close once again. to hear your words whispered back in the deep of the night.
Simple ThoughtsRead more: Simple Thoughts
writers ponder over verses but words become mystified, inadequate. where other poets generously use adjectives and sweet metaphors to describe the mysteries of life, i have the simplest of thoughts: i think of you, i think of us, i think of our love, and i think we’ll be alright.
Breathe AgainRead more: Breathe Again
out of darkness the night sky sparkles above as a sailor’s friend reminds all of its surrounding splendor. the twinkling is the same as it’s always been but brighter than we’ve allowed ourselves to see. somewhere across the horizon, underneath the same vast sky you’ve been thinking of me and at last, we can finally…
Meeting in SolitudeRead more: Meeting in Solitude
in a world forced into a hush, our minds crave words spoken close. our stories shared across time zones itch, while inside we scream for release. idly waiting for the tomorrows when meetings will be filled with embraces, we dream of kisses, and we’ll read each other’s faces and know exactly what it means, not…
Change in VocabularyRead more: Change in Vocabulary
I need to change my vocabulary, remove the apologies & negativities, peel back the layers of insecurities. I’ve wrapped myself in them for so long, years of comfort built in the hiding. Yet each layer peeled back leads to discoveries, why certain layers were brought on at all. He recognizes them, understands them & slowly…
In SolidarityRead more: In Solidarity
He looks to the left, a quick pause to check the commotion. There’s shouting crying out on the street. Stomping boots, signs in hand. It’s another day, another protest, nothing to worry over. She questions him, “What’s happening?” It could be anything, or nothing at all. They want attention and this is the day they…
Have You NoticedRead more: Have You Noticed
After Mary Oliver have you noticed 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…