Category Archives: Poetry
Like Your Fist is Grasping Water
Errant heart strings plucked making offtune noises, squawking out a dishonest mewl, trembling shaking sweatgrip hold on hold on. Forced into this, making the whole thing up as it goes along. At times, thinking to call out to the god … Continue reading
Hoped
I’d hoped we could be friends. I’d hoped we could be more. Maybe you’d leave your wife. Maybe I’d leave my husband. Maybe we’d buy a little shelter together, past the burned out Walmart and maybe I’d suckle six fat … Continue reading
Things The Lady Cannot Say To Her Suitor(s), Vol 1.
What perfection need I aspire to learn when I turn the setting up to eleven and sit back to listen to what everyone else is saying (that’s not what they said at all) can you feel it (can you feel … Continue reading
Wait
Swear I’ll get there Swear I’ll be there Swear I will I swear I swear (you believe me don’t you?)
what matters
what I believe on cold mornings, what I know to be true, are the warm stripes left on my skin by your grasping hand, the stirrings of your breath on the fuzz of my cheek, or the tickle of your … Continue reading