Love's lost today
in teeth's glaciers;
& pallbearer feet,
tho pigeon-toed,
march me away
from erasure.
A heart escheats
to whom it's owed,
one must repay;
for love's nature
is grieving fleet,
& must erode -
an ache rehearsed
forever in verse.

I am
deliberately
destroying our family.

They say a wise woman
builds her home—
I am removing every brick
we so carefully
stacked.

But do not blame
my wisdom,
or the lack of it.

If only I could show you
all the possible endings
of our story—
the ones I’ve built and rebuilt
in my mind and heart—
and still
it would not be enough
for you to forgive me,
for me to forgive myself,
for the shame
of becoming
a beggar
pleading for life.

Jesus, son of David—
have mercy on me.

I want to draw
what is in my heart
cathartic pictures
screaming the pain I feel
but I have neither the talent
nor the ink to express
all the skulls I see
dancing in the subset

today, we only spoke of love.
safe love, you told me. good

love. not my love, not flash
hot nor currenting. i told you

we cannot only know each
other, we are the allornothing

everflowing stream of what it
is to be interlaced, we are

kismet. you drank in meaning,
i held my breath.   hoped for

the words 'it was always You'.
windowside, a magpie cawed.

Poetry and love

both came uninvited.

Poetry stayed,

love went away .

The setting sun blaze
Ignites the cream stucco
Plaster wall of the house -
Despite the cracks
And crumbling.
Who would take fire
From a home under siege.
The painter understands the colors
To interpret what the sky wants to say
Stepping side to side in his work.
Where the West star sings
And the high tide heaves
In heavy gray.
He works thick impasto strokes
With blended oil
So the sun will shine
On my back again.
The painter shuffles
Side to side
And the sunset brings long
Shadows to my door.