Coffee Shop Sessions

Category: poem

  • Train 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…

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  • The Last Goodbye

    Resting his knee,he holds his faceto bury his sobsas she is laid to rest We hold handsas I gently squeezeknowing too wellthis may be our last embrace Feeling his warmth,his mighty strong hands,he held us togetherwhen she left this land It’s only one slip awaybefore you’re gone too soon On the drive home,our last goodbye…

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  • Three poems

    a poem written three times, each version has its own distinct story, while a line or two remains the same. heeding the pullof my heart,messengers of truthwarned us from the start spoken dreams knowtheir own curse,silencing them nowtimepieces have reversed our covert lovebegged for airas buried keepsakespained to be bare our connection:seductive,aimless; as we weep,counterproductive…

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  • Sweet Pleasantries

    A honk and a wave, A smile greets you Not able to place the face But you comply Exchange greetings Then she questions your well-being Scrolling through the latest developments You pick an appropriate response, ‘I’m hanging in there. Happy Thanksgiving.’ She returns with the same Then disappears into the sea of lights She is…

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  • Climbing up the walls

    You discover them One by one Climbing up the walls Searching for something to satisfy their hunger They gather there Smelling the sweetness calling them They see their chance A long journey has taken place Will they reach their target Or will they be wiped out Only to start over again

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  • Unsent letters

    How many love letters do I have to write before they are sent, how many hours do I spend and lament over the impossible dream, the one that can’t be seen, and more and more it seems like it’s never going to be

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  • The Shape of Us

    The shape of our love, our version of it, exists in bubbling thoughts of former lives, constant dreams of distant hearts where our lives are entwined Ripples of waves intersect jetting dangerously close but never on the same path turning heads, looking back How do we get off this track without losing control, without knowing…

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  • Uncomforting Comforts

    our home is a picture-perfect scenery:           beds of roses,                 smiling faces,                      loyal dog,                            friendly neighborhood            filled with children playing in the yard,                 trails for running,                      families bicycling… we have everything:           a comfortable bed to lay in,                 television to watch,                      cars to drive,                        employment to keep busy,                           and mouths to be fed. absolutely no reason, i…

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  • Dew Drops Remain

    Only dew drops now remain atop blades from the torrential rain. The lightning strikes lessen in succession. But the dew remembers from where it came.

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  • Show’s Over

    The production commenced with actors on stage portraying the love we once had- the grasp of her cheek, the look in her eyes, as he folded over himself to make her swoon his way. Amongst an empty crowd, the curtain’s now drawn, the actors have gone home, the final act is done, it’s time to…

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