Let’s go back
to the part
where you thought
I was beautiful.
1/12/17
My mind can’t
think in poetry
when the pockets
of silence are shallow.
2/16/17
Pixels
I am again enticed
to put pen to paper,
to transform paper to pixels,
to choose pixels to share.
To share a connection,
to connect over words,
words we share
over these pixels born from paper.
I’m drawn back to the paper
to spill more from the pen
to entice you in pixels again and again.
2/28/17
Field of Red
Before I go, take my kiss,
take my faith, and take my bliss.
I’ll be in this field of red,
poppies growing by my head.
Promise me you will not miss,
my touch, the feel of my kiss.
Give your love to her instead,
I’ll lie in this field of red.
4/25/17
Sweat clings like sin
to our skin, the
fan spins, no sleep
through the deep plight
of an endless summer night.
4/28/17
What would it be like?
Your breath on my neck,
your hands in my hair,
your voice in my ear?
What would it be like?
5/15/17
dandelions gone to seed
sidewalk chalk fractions
secrets to the Russians
lightning in the distance
5/16/17
There was a time
I danced easily with life –
before I lost my rhythm
to the blues.
5/30/17
Kiss me like fallen
berries kiss the ground –
hard, fast, and
in an explosion of color.
7/9/17
An evolving universe exists on this screen
poets in orbit around shared words
held in place by a familiar gravity
8/8/17
Green tea sip
leaves quiver
water lap
sands shiver
Let it loose
words echo
the numbers fall
calico neko
In between day
the changes wait
inside leaves
an amber fate
9/1/17
Tell me, what does love say
about the way we’ve learned to hate,
about the killings every single day –
tell me, what does love say?
About the gap between us and they,
about the endless toxic debate?
Tell me, what does love say
about the way we’ve learned to hate?
11/18/17
There is
a certain music
in the rhythm of the rainsong
that reminds
us all of our fragility
reminds us how easily
we break.