Meet Me By The Shore

A sequel to Walking Down To The Lake There she is, a former glow that once filled a room the moment she granted it with her presence, a memory of what used to be. The frigid air blowing through the trees on this winter night reminds us that the warmth we used to know left us long ago. What would it take but a grasp of her hand, an inviting smile, a long embrace to shake…

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Rising Waters

soft rolling waves lap the shoreline,suddenly crash rapidly upon you. such tenderness used to comfort, now makes you recoil deeper. from all that you managed to bear and remain to endure, still you dig deep into the sand to push it away. recoil into yourself. a shift in the tide was not part of the plan; moving to the city to be part of the scene, only to find you’re constantly sinking.

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Distorted Reality is a Necessity

Do you really know anyone at all? Sitting in your favorite armchair you’ll dive into a writer’s mind and soul, stories used to entice, excite, entertain pieces intricately carved out or plucked to share– you’ll think you know them, feel their insides but you’ll never know their true self, if they slept in and had a big breakfast, did they read the morning paper, are there hairs left on the sink, or their choice of…

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This Too Shall Pass

He looks to me but he doesn’t see me He talks to me but he doesn’t hear me He’s in front of me but we’re a million miles apart Our hearts are beating to a different tune Everyone thinks it’ll be fine soon Just open up and tell himIt’ll be okayThis too shall pass But it won’t, it will last and last…

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Paper Lies

Light flickers in the cold corner of a room, upon a desk pages lay empty lit by the rays of the moon. The journal tugs at your shedding snakeskin,all the years falling away telling you to heal old wounds within. You grab the pen in the aim of exhaling an essay, perhaps starting with a scribble to describe the recent onset of decay. Perhaps it was all self-inflicted, to keep a longing heart protected. No…

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Think of Me

Worst thing about New Year’s Eve: Being a romantic But no one to love you the way you need I’m holding back the urge to walk away I’m holding onto responsibilities, Accepting my fate Oh, will you please think of me When you’re kissing your lover Send your positive vibes, Your good thoughts, Your shout outs, Send me a love I’d not want to live without

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Pilgrimage to the Motherland

City Lights Books, San Francisco, CA – 2019 Standing in the presence of historyWitness all that has come beforeBewildered in amazementWhat a glorious sight! Speak to me, my wise old poets,Speak to me while I stand here where it all began,Feed me your recipesGathering in the Poetry RoomCircling around the Poet’s chairCozied up in the corner… This is where I belongThese are my peopleThis is my truth Happy 70th anniversary to City Lights Books!

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Whisper In My Ear [with audio]

Your words whisper in my ear. Your voice does things to me that haven’t been felt in years. My heart races,My insides quicken—I want to hear more.I listen when I’m alone to be safe from disturbance.I listen while at work in hopes that no one notices the reaction your whisper creates. I listen before I sleep at night;you’re the last thing I want to hear.Blow by blow, your words hit deep.The aching and longing are…

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Tuesday Morning

Between these luscious thighs, the back of a lover’s head is held firmly in place while riding undulating waves originating from his face. Without effort, much to my surprise the recalling of poetic words from another voicestill sends me to the highest point of ecstasy, wishing it was your body, your hands holding me closeBut this out loud, I cannot confess. Mouthing a few of my favorite verses, cutting through the heart of all this…

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Greedy Disaster

I pull in closer, place my hand upon his lips caress each other, breathing in exploring our hearts for more but a darkness seeps in and my thoughts turn His arms wrap ’round me tightly,a feeling I’ve craved, to be adored.Everything I’ve wanted is right here but the road ahead transports me back in time. Was it ever meant to be, was this how the universe laid out its course?Or a pit stop along the…

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Psychosis

Pieces of you unearthin places we’ve been, laughs we’ve shared,all that clinged us together. I crave to tell you‘I miss you’but it’s been awhilesince we last spoke.These are only words,but we’re kidding ourselvesand everyone else; I feel the truth. You once promised to use me like you knew me. I still ache for those dreams once dreamed. We now linger on the sidelines keeping toes in the shore, only deep enough to not get sucked…

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Midnight Ritual

Eyes circle the ceiling,lapping rapidlylooking to reach an end.Faster than anyone can explain they hurdle over the present to the mounting what if’s from ‘what about this…’ to ‘what about that…’ over and over again. The pounding within increases preventing myself from breathing. The more it goes, the more I’m in too deep. There’s talk of methods, how to prevent this, how to make it stop, but here we are: sweat dripping, wall holding, legs…

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Walking Down To The Lake

The clock slowly ticks half past eight, with only a few beers consumed it’s not nearly enough to forget the night but enough for us to realize something here is not quite right. I gather my things, grab the leash for the dog and jet off for a walk down to the lake, breaking tension of this dead-end talk. Stumbling through the path as the torch shines ahead, I stop to clutch the nearest tree,…

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Let Me Dream

Let not this fantasy be shattered by reality. Let me stay in the bliss of passionate kisses, Where tenderness sends shivers down my neck. I’d rather not argue over the daily banality, Whose turn it is to mind the children While the other is out for the night. I’d rather stay in a trance of poetry Shared in our bloodstreams; Let it not bleed out from our hearts. Perhaps for the reverie to remain You…

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Where Have All The People Gone?

Another December, Another end of the road As I look around and wonder, Where have all the people gone? Tucked in tighter to their circle Under the guise of staying healthy, They bother not to dine out or congregate. O, where have all the people gone? In their pj’s working at home Two years on but have they been the wiser Or more isolated than society demanded? It began with constant check-ins, Reunions with Zooms,…

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