Have you ever seen the full moon at high noon?
Close you eyes, come and dream with me.
You are lying on your back,
on a beach in the Bahamas.
It is noon
on the summer solstice,
and the moon is full.
Stare straight up at the sun,
let the fierce light consume you.
Now roll over, and look straight down.
See through the earth,
through the rock and fire,
through the people or trees or mountains
on the other side.
Look onwards to see the full moon.
Let the gentle glow soothe you.
Open your eyes and wake up.
You have just witnessed something that you will never see.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
When it hurts,
you put on a bandaid
for me.
to keep it safe
from the world
to stop careless people
from scraping
at the tender scab
until the bandage gets stuck
and the wound festers
until pulling it off
hurts less
than leaving it on
so you pull it off
for me
And then my heart
can begin to heal.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
I love you.
You are mine and I am your’s
until death do us part.
unless...
you snore to much
you join the other political party
you get depressed and lose your job
we can’t make love anymore
you cheat on me
or i get bored
Therefore,
what God has brought together,
Let none
(but the best excuses)
separate.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
I am online,
and I have so many account names
I don’t know which one is me.
So who am I?
On Gmail, I try to be myself,
reduced to bits, words, images.
On Twitter,
I flitter about
always tweeting
always listening.
What am I?
On Facebook,
I am a highly evolved
social animal.
On Instagram,
I post my best photos.
Look how
attractive
fun loving
well dressed
I am!
Who am I?
On YouTube,
I watch interesting and important videos,
so I can feel like that sort of person.
On Vine,
I post crazy antics,
silly stunts,
witty clumps of words.
I count my views,
and judge myself.
Who am I?
On the New York Times
I am anonymous,
wearing a grey hat,
using computer tricks
to sneak in
without spending money.
Who is that?
On Hello Poetry,
I try to be the clever fool,
daft and canny.
I write what I feel,
but push the words away
from myself,
into the empty space
between my computer
and yours.
Where am I?
and Who am I?
Online,
I have a hundred faces,
so I have none.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
fearful flame
sputtering
in the howling storm
that it made
water trying to flow uphill
can’t
until it turns around
a rolling rock
gathers scratches
but some scratches
are beautiful
breathing
another one
breathing
not stopping
breathing
and loving it
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
I love snow.
I love the soft white downy stuff
falling.
I love the bright brilliant
innocence under a morning sun.
I love the endless carefree flakes
dancing outside my window.
But the cold,
well...
What if snow wasn’t cold?
What If it didn’t
chill your ankles
and bite your ears?
What if it didn’t
banish green life
for a season?
If snow wasn’t cold,
Would it fall on summer picnics
and fall baseball games?
Would it tickle your nose?
Would it keep you home from school?
If you could go to a world
where snow wasn’t cold,
would you?
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
I never look at the title;
no time for that.
I just jump right in,
even if I don’t know
what I’m reading.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC