I used to worry that you might die and I’d never know, that one day your face would be clean-shaven and you’d wear your shiny black shoes again a blue heron flew overhead as the taste of our lips together faded from our collective memory as surely as the moon fades with the sunrise. we threw the scarlet letters away, they rest on the bottom of the bayou, relics of times passed. _______________________ Shared on dVerse Poets Pub. Continue reading Avārus Covetous
I ate too much Pecan Praline ice cream tonight, spooning it from the deep, white bowl and into my mouth, sucking the sweet vanilla creaminess down until the sugar-coated pecans were left, then slowly munching them into powder that dissolved over my tongue, the intensity lingering like late afternoon love making. Now I feel bloated and slightly sick, a distended belly, which I’ve disdained in others, beneath my accusatory palms. Here I am, no better than any other slob who stuffs their face in the heat of uncontrollable despair, now looking at the toilet from the corner of my eye. Continue reading Surrender, Binge, Purge
You were the divining rod of my life long before I knew, when I was obliviously mistakenly safe, awash in warmth and wonder and didn’t know I needed finding. Continue reading Dowser
I have two groups for poetry on my Google Reader. One is for poets I read that I’ve met on the net through poetry prompt sites like Three Word Wednesday, Read Write Poem and dVerse Poet’s Pub. The other is for poets I’ve found through online literary magazines or poets whose books I’ve bought. Today I’m going to talk about poets I’ve met online, share my thoughts and link to their websites. Several years ago when I started this blog it was an online poet’s community that gave me the courage to share my own words in a more proactive … Continue reading Poets I Love, Part 1
texture air and light a thousand worlds unfurl rising in golden dust mornings blue and solace soft loll in velvet intangible prayers exalted Continue reading Luminosity
I want to hear your music, to feel it wrap around my body sliding into my pores, dancing around my veins, penetrating my marrow, infiltrating my blood, becoming the stuff of my life. Your voice blocks out all other noise and becomes the molecules that gives life to my rhythm, my thoughts, my reason (or lack of). You. You are more than life itself, you are the atoms that make it Continue reading Conversation, Laughter, Whispers
I needed to call you but I’d forgotten your number, the one I always thought was burned into my memory — for hours I anxiously thumbed through white and yellow pages, forgetting then remembering your name. Between the pages I could see your dining room, the floor tile cracked like a spider’s web, the old fridge where all your kids stood before the open door to feel the frigid air on desperately hot days while upstairs pretty ladies on a calendar lounged without a drop of sweat to mar their fleshy perfection. Continue reading 803 Monroe
Today, for the third time, my work is featured on Mad Swirl. I’m also now a contributing writer there with my own “Poet’s Page” so I hope you’ll bookmark Mad Swirl and visit me there. I’m excited to be in such great, mad company! Continue reading Mad Poet
It spits out memories like bullet rounds at unexpected times, short bursts of power that leave me momentarily maimed & gasping & completely unprepared for the fallout. It takes me back to a dark, dank closet with a locked door, to a room bathed in twilight and ice that still feels like my fault, to a dusty country road where I turned back when I might have escaped. My brain is like an AK-47 but isn’t that what makes us human? Taking a bullet to the gut now & then, absorbing the pain but not allowing it to kill us. Continue reading My Brain Is Like An AK-47
She breathes honeybees and silver droplets with ear to splintered wood, swinging in September’s eye, some go off to listen, some to float without knowing why. She kneels among weeds and waits for lilies to arise. Continue reading Resurrection
