we were millennial lovers
spending too much time drinking coffee
always talking through our phones
sharing ear buds with strangers
and standing up for things
we barely understand

-k.j.c

one day
i hope to see you
do all the things you’ve dreamed of
sail the ocean
and climb every mountain

so get lost
in every connection you make
in every adventure you take

one day
i hope to see you
do all the things you’ve dreamed of
so you can tell me all about them

-k.j.c

I need to bring more Poetry
  into my Prose…

To spill the blood richer
  flowing out of my veins

To reseason the words
  going into the fire

To spread the wings open
  —on a future untold

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Summer is wasted
on the young and
the restless
women go bare-armed
on a mission to prove
their youthful 'glow'
in floral painted dresses
that scream
"I'm pretty!"
And I sit in idleness
wondering when
Mother Nature
will make Her final move

THE SMELL OF PURPLE

She says she can
smell yellow.

She says she can
smell blue.

Despite not being able to
spell either colour.

'Yellow smells
the same as blue.'

'...like a wet kitty
drying by the fire.'

'Red smells like
Mummy when she kisses.'

'Her kisses smell different
when she kisses you...
...then she smells like flames
with little orange tips! '

'Purple
is my favourite smell...

...it smells just like
a magic spell! '

I kiss her goodnight
like lilac(only lighter)    

with little flecks of purple
scattered here & there.

They twinkle like a glockenspiel
Sparkle in pairs a sky apart
The signs and symbols in the wheel
But one sign has no counterpart

The one who steps down from the North
Where arrows sail and eagles twirl
By ancient power to bring forth
His shadow from the underworld

And lo, although the sky has turned
The shadow waits so close, so far
To reach up when the Sun returns
And take hold of our shining star

Although they each may hold the Moon
Our star shall grace only the one
And still the other every June
Stands reaching for the midnight Sun