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I promised…I know… but only the sunrises for certain each day.If I stay away too long,will her smile wander from my memory? What about the Seine in autumn,a place I’ve never seen?Whoever we are, I think, is definedby the places … Continue reading →

I’ve sailed over the waters of melancholy eyes,My fishing lines dragging off the stern.My heart has a hole in its pocket I am toldAnd it’s empty as a vacant urn – So spare the heart of this landless MarinerWith still … Continue reading →

I strolled into a comedy, a romance,A midnight mind fog, in a twilight trance.I thought I heard a sad ending unfold in my opening line. And then a sunburst over the horizon.And the frons turned their faces. I muttered an … Continue reading →

Oh, friendsI was quick, too quick,to return to the grind of occupational habit so that here in the mainland of shitevery smile I see curl,every cold beverage that’s raised,is a reminder that for a time,amidst the troughs of this grind,we … Continue reading →

Grazed by the sun’s last glance at dusk.A red wine droplet on the table clothspreads quietly,a small scar left by the thorn reminds me…even when the vase is empty,there is still a rose in the garden. It is anguishing to … Continue reading →

Through the window, from outside, the two could be seen in notes of moonlight, quiet at times and then one would stir from their lunar gazing, slowly mouthing words, unheard through the glass. There was a sanctity in these moments … Continue reading →

I read up some on those entering poetry contestsDo not write a poem about poetryOr serendipitous love between strangersstanding in line at Peet’s Coffee, Or spoken word… do not wail for others’ causesunless you’re angry with your very own injustice; Write … Continue reading →

Martha Heller took in wayward Christian men I was one of her boarders for a year I wasn’t Christian  but I was in pain and that was mostly why she took us in. She named this place Raspberry Springs.   … Continue reading →

Joy’s carousel of vision quivers, stretching her arms of imagination, my ears are tickled by the din and screech of children Jumping rope, tossing lucky’s, and buzzing dilly dally between playground sundries. Where once, the soles of our soul’s shoes, … Continue reading →