always offered help,
never realizing that
i needed it most.

when the echoes of harmony leave the heart’s chambers,
when the ears ring between extremities of silence,
when the hallows shudder into a lull,
when the birds sing out of tune,

we shall muse together again -
my sweet bitterness.

the phone’s rung twice now;
i can hear it from the bath,
too naked to talk.

they say its easier said than done.
i say, not poetry.
it's easier done than said.

he lost his way, he knows not when.
chasing false idols he mistook for men.
he'd lose the child, if he only knew then -
he'd find a way to be a man again.

it takes courage to step out the door;
to pick your battles,
when there’s nothing left fighting for.

'selfless gratitude' -
not something one inherits;
a skill one acquires.

a line in the sand
waves falling short every time
jittery wrinkles

a glass of bourbon
unspent napkins on the side
the cheque is written

a window of time:
wind sneaks in from behind like -
her breath on his neck.

in lonely disdain,
a pulsating bitterness;
utters a bad word.

a brick in the wall -
an ant crawls into a crack;
becomes family.