after the wars
we drowned in
the thrum of
******* light
& broken beams
you held up a
word & I could
not guess to
whom you had
given your life
I only knew we
had drifted apart
& the monster I
am dangles limp
from your jaws
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 10:46 AM UTC
asleep in shades
of singing low this
porch lit drink of
what-happened whispers
arranged on the sill
like city flowers
under my bed
but each time I ask
the moon replies with
water creatures & stones
so I keep scrubbing
for gold knowing life
is worth the squeeze
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 1:36 PM UTC
small windows blink back
the faint breath of ice
a touch
a twinge
a fire in the garden
hurled by autumn
winds whipping bends
through mountain clouds
sparking too-bright
to think
that something
could be wrong
or missing
or more than
we deserve
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
emerald waves swirl
concentric & gilded
like a life cut short
by swallows caring
not for great loves
nor drowning sigh
of magic once spun
by sprites among
willow wands &
marigolds wise
enough to know
our thoughts are
just sounds that
taste of the urge
to do otherwise
May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 6:00 PM UTC
emperor maples signpost ghost-roads
down which eyes flow cold as lights
glassing an inner field of kindness
& storms flavored by leaves sculpted
in the silent snow of last good-byes
& the perfect peace of knowing even
this cannot come between us
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 6:44 PM UTC
words make beauty,
they also make cages
desire has no end,
except where poems
stop & songs begin
the goal can’t be reached,
only savored
cobras spit,
watch out for that
it will be over
too soon
& most important:
the sky is a trick
of distance, your
lover is not
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC
the scale
weighs heavy
with havoc
& hazard
you twinkle
& laugh
no price
too great
for one
more moment
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 4:44 PM UTC
you were outside
me & said never
doubt pain saved
the world from
memories spinning
like rosettes
I replied: triumphs
multiply when
mouth-sounds tour
the stars to return
what was lost
we lifted a cold
one to silence
content it will
never hear the
end of us
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC
the meaning of dreams
watches us sleep as we
chase the finality of
apartments silent but for
the creak of our skin
saying the darkness
can never be whole
violated as it is by
the seed of light
that runs through
our bodies
so lower the knife,
let no good crisis
go to waste
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
how far is too far
is it beyond the missing
or the decency to mourn
how long is too long
when buried by shells
fired at the crossroads
before which doubt
celebrates its existence
it is never too far
& never too long
when nothing is left
but we who remain
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 11:08 AM UTC