Category Archives: Poetry
I believe you/them/mostly me
EVERYTHINGWASONFIRETHATNIGHT and all I can remember is this: You’re one of the best brightest spots How odd to know they will come for meI have no doubtsbut alsoI have no regrets
birds
The birds outside my window are not newhaving made their nest in the porch lightfor seasons nowever returningunmindful of the snake belowperhaps because they know he is an empty threatall staring eyeand no fangand I am grateful for itbecause their … Continue reading
broken rules
brightful daysthe comingundonenessof a skycloud ripping openthese tumbledown momentsall e.e. franticconstantly asking the questionswhy learn the repressiononly to throw it off
Night Music
He reaps what others sow when he plays the tune that only the ghosts can hear. The leftover lives that others spilled at his feet were not his blood to bear and yet, and yet. I listen to that music … Continue reading
Waking Desire
Spring’s ache; a thicket of greenscent, of wild, vining delights. I dreamt of you in a bower of thornless wild rose, in a bedding of fragrant mosses, in a twine of budding buttercup and bittersweet. Fool’s love, that which comes … Continue reading