Coffee Shop Sessions

Tag: poetry

  • Pink Moon Rising

    overlooking the shoreline, a deep sigh forms releasing the exhaust of the day blowing in the direction of the cool breeze. I scan the shore expecting something or someone, but it never comes. the pink moon rises over the north sea and it hits me- this spot, this arresting moment is what I’ve been waiting…

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  • Gray Man

    She holds her tongue for a gray man with a smoking jacket that whispers ‘I love you’s’. She holds her tongue for crumbs on countertops, hairs on bathroom sinks, unwashed hands, and mornings with unbrushed teeth. She holds onto passionate kisses and long embraces under sheets that heat up to a thousand degrees. She presses…

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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…

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  • Say It Plain

    vacant eyes search for a signI could be magnetic and willing,but he doesn’t regard the ocean depths of me, the aching for more, for poetry–ah, the dreadful unwillingness to see.talks of our daily routines, the weather,adding comic relief and little simplicities–but he doesn’t observemy profound need for intimacy.to stand there in front of mesearching for…

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  • What’s Your Flavor?

    Across a vast majority of this towna lonely routine circles around: no one to stiror consume my gracious ways.A scoop of plain vanilla under bright sprinkles,when the only thing that anyone wants is the cherry on top;I yearn to be that sweet and juicy.I want others to see me, to feel worthy to be seen.Yet…

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  • There Was Wind Blowing in the Trees

    after Gordon Henry My grandparents names stand in front of meHundreds of yards away from each other, neighborly They were always a city away,But now so close for eternityThere with the named and the namelessWhere so many lives remain only in memory There was wind blowing in the treesSun beating down upon our faceSome of…

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  • Reach Beyond

    curled up in the comfort of your room, a tapping upon your door begins calling you to answer and you… retreatback into your hollow cave back to the sheltered space you’ve madefrom the idea that anyone will come to your doorfrom searching what’s drifting along the shorefrom the ghost that haunts us allfrom what hurts…

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  • Fingertip Ballet

    Walking along the shadows of the night, your voice resonated outside the bar, where I stumbled in to see you on stage. The lights were low, and the focus was upon you. Mesmerized by your passion, everyone in the room was captivated— by the gift, the rawness, the vulnerabilities, so easily exposed. It was a…

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  • Beneath the Pale Moon’s Embrace

    Light flickers in the corner of your old room, upon a desk pages lay empty lit by the moon. The barren journal tugs at your shedding snakeskin,all the years falling away telling you to hold old wounds within. You grab the pen in the aim of exhaling all that’s needed to say, perhaps starting with…

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  • We’ll Figure It Out

    – a pantoum“It’ll happen soon. We’ll figure it out.” I almost believe that.The guilt and stress induce paranoia–one step away from losing everything.I almost believe thatyou have to choose where you want to be.One step away from losing. Everythingprompts a shush, a pause, a “I gotta go” because we can’t be seen or heard.You have…

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