Tag Archives: dirty little secret

How Sharp It Felt

This one lover of mine, we talked the other night, while he laid in bed, after finally turning off the laptop. He sent me pictures of his face as he laid in shadow, his features illuminated by the cold white … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 7 Comments

When I Am Kissing Her

What had I been before I knew you? Who am I now when you’re not with me? You have taken and changed me, from someone content to someone restless. I look out at the tar sands and I contemplate going … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment