Someone said you are what you eat so I asked myself what do I want to be To make music in the heart I swallowed an orchestra. I looked at a world filled with war and death, old white men… Continue Reading →
Let’s Dance And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance to joy of heavenly hymns, flying unfettered with nary a glance at body’s prison. Legs spellbound with shame no longer, free to be flung wide…. Continue Reading →
Prisoner Their eyes, a torture of unendurable beauty, ravish with sidelong glances, promise more than can ever be consummated. Flame to my moth, they burn away oxygen, mock the inspiration of my lungs, allow only an eternal sigh. Their eyes… Continue Reading →
The veil shall be lifted – nevermore! Forever the bride on cusp of matrimony caught in nervous pause before “I do” when love’s confidence crashes headlong with reality’s fear. Promises of happiness and better times – empty as the local… Continue Reading →
The Final Coastline (After the image “Lighthouse at the Edge of the World” by G.G. Silverman) Answers must be there. Somewhere. Weathered. Wary. With insight of pleasure endured, agony relished. But life feels like a stranger’s memory, a blurry-eyed drunk… Continue Reading →
Can it be that Which sets us free is what we fear most? We demand the right to do as we please, no matter if it pleases no one else. To ridicule deformed bodies; invent our own reality when facts… Continue Reading →
Writer’s Block, or On Being Indecisive And Fearful When It Comes To Just About Everything So I just listened, my pen in the air, for the muse to speak from silence. A character in a movie once proclaimed “the poem… Continue Reading →
Ramblings on the Road I. And miles to go before I sleep at journey’s end, if I’m able to sleep. Oh, a moment for relief and respite, a few hours with eyes closed. But, whether it be for… Continue Reading →
Note: I originally wrote this poem as a response to a workshop writing prompt to create a cento, a poem composed of lines from other poets. The cento I created, below, consists solely of ending lines from published poems. This… Continue Reading →
Music Box The delicate ballerina’s twirl mesmerized as it un-wound, leaving only the ghost of music shimmering, a remnant in the stillness of memory, stillness of moments pregnant with possibility, as if another turn could somehow sound my desolate depths…. Continue Reading →
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