A Letter.
Hi SS, I know you’re not going to read this. I know these words are simply an elegy sent out into the wires, read by strangers and not the intended. I had never before connected with anyone the way we … Continue reading A Letter.
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Night Conversation. A poem.
The ebon flame burns Long and fulsome Requited and requisite Melding two minds into one The art of conversation Once lost, now unearthed We discover the profound While digging for treasures Our holy grounds desecrated In only the best of … Continue reading Night Conversation. A poem.
Back Again. A poem.
Back on the train Standing in line With all the star-crossed And befuddled With tickets to nowhere And a pocketful of change Back in the game Standing in line With all the peacocks And pistoleros With tickets on themselves And … Continue reading Back Again. A poem.
Submission. A haiku.
I’m in remission: Contemplating my fission And my submission. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print. Click here … Continue reading Submission. A haiku.
Outside and In. A poem.
How I miss you Even when you’re here Prostrate beside me Worshiping rod and staff Valley and furrow Driven to excess And shaken to the core How I miss you Outside and in For more Poetry, click here. For more … Continue reading Outside and In. A poem.
Corridors. A haiku.
All these corridors Merge into a common path Leading me to you For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in … Continue reading Corridors. A haiku.
She. A haiku.
She: the best and worst and everything in between. She, you should treasure. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available … Continue reading She. A haiku.
Paramour. A poem.
These metaphors, So sorely overused, Are now circumspect And reeking of apathy. I long to find Such cunning words That would spin Symphonies of ardency. This paramour, In evidence alone, Has proven they Can break your heart so many times, … Continue reading Paramour. A poem.
Empress. A haiku.
My empress of stars, A supernova in flight. We will meet again. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in … Continue reading Empress. A haiku.
Sheets and Slips. A poem.
These sheets and slips Abide with time, Like tides and shores, Old pick up lines. These mountains climbed And sacrificed, To sheets and slips And angst-filled lives; That lost their way, Were found again, In the arms of a wayward, … Continue reading Sheets and Slips. A poem.
Indifference. A poem.
She was indifferent at first— A wall to ascend, Of dubious propriety. My insouciant charm Is made to break bricks, To render mortar Into dirt and water, To make a difference From indifference. For more Poetry, click here. For more … Continue reading Indifference. A poem.
Lingered. A poem.
You Lingered Just Long Enough To Make Me Think You Were The One Then You Were Gone And Your Absence Lingered On For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All … Continue reading Lingered. A poem.
Player. A haiku.
I refuse to play the games you place before me …maybe just this once. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book … Continue reading Player. A haiku.
Scene, Set and Match. A poem.
Scene: a small, Italian restaurant. Two newly-matched. Time set aside. Something right and something wrong. Laughter and humility. Understanding and empathy. Certainty and unreality. Scene, set and match. Let’s do this all again, shall we? For more of my poetry, … Continue reading Scene, Set and Match. A poem.
Guessed. A poem.
My guest, I guessed I knew you; I was wrong, as I often am, But fail to admit to. My guest, you came and went away, And left me wanting more, As I have and will, for days. My guest, … Continue reading Guessed. A poem.
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