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You’ll Want to Sit Down for This


There’s no easy way to say this;
there’s no way of keeping it in.
It builds inside of me,
telling me to set it free.
It’s begging for attention;
it’s scrapping up my knees.
It’s knocking louder and louder;
it’s banging down the front door.
What is it, you ask?
Well, where do I begin?
Do you have a chair to pull up?
Grab a glass of water
and a box of tissues, too.
I have a while; I hope you do.
You see, things like this take some time.
There may be some hesitation,
some mulling over facts versus emotions.
There may be some details, or generalities
until I become comfortable.
So please, bear with me a while.
After all, it concerns you too.
And if you must know, yes, I think you do,
it’s been there for a while
and it’s time to set it free.
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The Secret Garden

bore from the most arduous labor,
its intoxicating fruit,
its sweet blossoming fragrance,
pulls in the strongest of hearts.
as a vine
snakes its way through the depths
of a luscious secret garden,
distinct impressions
produce
the richest aromas.
even to an untrained eye,
the sweetest honey couldn’t go unnoticed.

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the sweetest honey couldn’t go unnoticed;
even to an untrained eye,
the richest aromas
produce
distinct impressions.
a luscious secret garden
snakes its way through the depths
as a vine
pulls in the strongest of hearts.
its sweet blossoming fragrance,
its intoxicating fruit
bore from the most arduous labor.

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You Never Knew

you think you know a guy
years, months, weeks,
day in and day out
conversations exchanged
how things were left unsaid
how we chose, or chose not, to be

how we hide behind the way we speak
how we say, or don’t say,
the things we mean

you think you know a guy
and suddenly he’s a stranger
you never knew his thoughts,
never knew the things he’s done,
never knew the reasons why
things have come undone

you think you know a guy
now he’s an ass, a jerk,
in a mid-life crisis,
he doesn’t know how to deal
he’d rather eschew responsibility
and break away

you think you know a guy
he only showed what he wanted you to see
now he’s come clean,
no more pretending

you think you know a guy
but did you ever
really know him at all?

Thanks for reading. This goes out to anyone who has been blindsided by a loved one.

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in your flood

one step out the door
one step forward
one step closer
to the flood

one step backwards
one step in reverse
one step away
from drowning

a punch to the gut
and tears streaming,
more than the smiles
more than the ‘i love you’s

and how many more years like this
how much can i take like this

i agreed to ever after
but this now, these lows
i can do without
i barely survive the crash
before the next one arrives

give me time to breathe
give me time to survive
give me time in the clearing
before i drown
in your flood

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Lock & Key

A treasure trove
filled with secrets

A lock and key
twirling through fingers

Turning the key
demons spring forth
dancing in the light.

Bewildered,
taking in their faces,
their shapeshifter dance,
I sink further into the knowing
and cannot be undone.

We throw the box into the sea
and toss the key.

O, what these eyes have seen
cannot be unseen
so easily.

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We Don’t Talk About That

Drifting thoughts of us strike during the long hours of the day
It’s that time once again
But we won’t talk about it now

We’ll say so much to fit in
The space between the silence
But those days where we lit up the sky,
We won’t talk about that now

Fantasies creep in
Some days, or most days,
What we’ve done behind locked doors,
Bodies exposed, breathing close
But we don’t talk about that now

Not now, not even close…

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Caught In The Act

Working long hours between covert exchanges abound
it becomes a late night at the office
with no one else around,
we absolve the need to be cautious

Behind the locked door,
you parade around the desk,
perch yourself closer than ever before
as your fingers reach the hem of my dress

Fingers creeping higher
as my eyes heighten with alert,
tension in the air lessens with a burning fire
developing under my skirt

Time stands still,
frozen in place
fingers begin to fill
such a sensational space

Eyes wide, locked tight
the thrill of getting entangled in the act
quickly heats up the night
as you observe how my body will soon react…

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In the Dead of Winter

Image credit: Alex Markovich

These paths I walk all lead to snow
White embankments filled with fluff
Masking the truth underneath
Holding us back three feet deep

When will they release me
Keeping me here like a prisoner
Don’t they see I want out
The ground is frozen
I can’t move my fibers of life
Shake, shake me out of this frozen tundra
I’m itching for a new beginning


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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions: Whatever It Takes, Even If It Doesn’t Take

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Our (Mis)Fortune

Your hand slips into mine,
the fortune teller notices
our smiles with glittering eyes
she’s convinced
there’s a future between us
she smiles & invites us in

Laying down cards one by one
it reveals the betrayal and secrets
that will keep us
from the love that has swept us into a whirlwind

We turn to each other stunned
but a laugh begins,
she replies, “Sorry, no refunds”