Tag Archives: poems
black dog
Clawing and wishing I could hold on wishing there were some other way to make sense of the things around me that didn’t involve putting them in my mouth. Feeling like a less-than-toddler at being able to cope, feeling like … Continue reading
How I Am
You ask me how I am. You ask me how my life is. I never tell you. I never really tell you, because I always spill. I always tell everyone everything. I always rip open and let it loose and … Continue reading
What Of It?
I must scream this; I must shriek it aloud from the heavens: What if you are not the man I have hoped for? What if I am only the man that you fear? What then? What then of our love … Continue reading
Finicky
She sinks into me, black shadow, all teeth and claw, an effervescence of fur and delight. She trills in glory, and I bask in her kisses, promising my soul’s service if she will but love me awhile longer. Alas! In … Continue reading
Less Clever
Sometimes I swallow back an ocean of words to let only a trickle spill out. They fall in drips instead of torrents and I choke on what I don’t say. Perhaps because they are more cruel than I know is … Continue reading