Category Archives: Poetry
Direction
Freedom from what ails me, a darkened thing that hovers near when I am smile-smiling, when I am face-facing, when I am talk-talking to the blank-eyed, loveless, heartsick, soulworn, limping wisps that try to pull me off my path. I … Continue reading
Wink, wink–
Bite through my ripe, pink flesh into the redder core of me, juicy-sweet, crisp-tart — bountiful, my love, bountiful, your hunger. Unified in desire, thrilled in joining, if you get my meaning.
In The Coming Dark
I knew you, before I became another. I held you, kissed you, before I was promised. Childhood secrets, things shared behind closed doors — hopes and dreams and fears. And if I am never the one your father would choose … Continue reading
Refreshing
Breathless with anticipation, finally I see the light — –no that’s merely brain cells dying. Hypoxia. Nothing lives and breathes behind the glow that comes at the end of the tunnel. Nothing is there. Nothing is waiting. The illusion of … Continue reading
Opened
She gives voice to the things beneath her tongue, the umbrous nature of what’s inside her crawls out over her lips and takes its own sweet time finding feet, claws, wings. She learned too late in life her mouth is … Continue reading