A pile of my poems
lies in deepening dust
I look upon it sneering
at its lies in deep disgust
But I cannot say my words are poor
No, my words have richly wrought
the only beauty I could bring
from such an empty thought
To those moments I have gladly said goodbye
that inspired my pen and ink
But I’ll bring out the poems again
for no piece of my art into darkness must sink

Why is it when I see the ocean
I cry?
I laugh?
I dance?
I overflow with exuberance?
I feel like I am home again?
It’s as if I see my sister
my soul
my dearest love
and she laughs
and cries
and dances with me

A happy five year old
I picked up my crayons and gave it my best
so proud of a little thing
but my friends said
“You colored outside the lines!”
Pouting I brought it to my mother
after school was over and I was home
“Yes, Eva, you colored outside the lines”
What lines?!
All I had seen was my own rainbow of color
placed exactly as I liked it

like beauty that stood for 800 years
can burst ablaze in an instant
so the strength of my heart is consumed
give me something new, O God
give me more of You

It’s probably not that you were awesome
(but you were)
It’s probably not that it was worth it
(but it was)
It’s not even that you deserved it
(but you did)
It’s that your words became an apiary
And all my bees built honeycombs with the curves of your face
Now your words no longer come
nor does your smile grace me
The sweet honey has drained into the jars of my heart
And I’ve tried to forget you
but the syrup on my tongue remembers you
it puddles into the hexagons of your name
whispering like bees wings





I strengthen myself with sugar
and beeswax feeds my flame
that I harvested on a day my feelings decided to dance around you
like bees they nestled in your flowers
How long will I eat of your honey?
How long will your sweetness remain in my memory?

I’d like to meet you on the road
one day
And my heart would fall
down the slippery *****
and find hope
and a stream
at the bottom

All the men I used to love
or close enough
have settled in the fringes
And I no longer have anyone to think of
during love related songs
I’m in a strange limbo
so rare for me
with no one in any sense of reality
taking over my thoughts
I’m almost grasping for obsession
but trying to learn a lesson