Coffee Shop Sessions

Category: poem

  • 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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  • With Headphones On… [with audio]

    I cannot help but stop and look at the whispered tapings Pay attention closely to the postings, the most discretely transmitting of all Does it make you shiver? Does it make you quiver? Capturing statistics day by day poem by poem Is it you watching? Is it you listening? Through your pair of headphones, are…

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  • Recording Sessions [with audio]

    If you’ve ever wondered how a recording session takes place… I set up the laptop, open up GarageBand, plug in the headphones, adjust the mic settings, pull out a poem, and hit Record. I remind myself to speak clearly, to make sure I have the exact tone, to express the meaning of the poem. I…

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  • Dear love

    Dear love,Thoughts of you the other day brought smiles. Today thoughts of you produced overrun swells in my eyes. The many years we’ve been separated, but how our hearts have always been close, how many more years will it be like this? Living in fantasy and memories all of the time is no way of…

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  • Solipsistic Angst

    She slips into the house unannounced, doesn’t bother a quip when asked to speak. Slams the door shut and begrudgingly takes to her room to retreat. Behind the locking door, music blares. Her demeanor tells everyone she doesn’t care. Her closeted persona is darkness deeper than the black eyeliner coupled with black hair. She’s never…

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  • Dancing in the Yard

    It was a long summer afternoon;a crackling fire lit the yard.The southern sun was settingwhile I strummed my old guitar. It was her way of moving to the music—she captured the glowing cinders in her eyes.She danced with the slightest sway in her hips,and her heavenly body torched my skies.

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