The Poetry of Emotion
You’re using “you” in poems these days, the dreaded second person. So, you’ve found no way inside yourself—it’s just like staring at a mirror’s back—and “you” might blast a path? Each new day, you re-enact a dimly lit creation myth. Ten thousand iterations ought to do the trick: from chaos, to an ever-morphing set of... Continue Reading →
My heart may be as common as paper but it is filled to the margins with love. My love was not yours to take. It is mine to share however I choose. I have scars that spill when torn. I have masks fused and worn to bits. I have skin as thin as air. Every... Continue Reading →
The sideboard was full of magazines. Not whole magazines but pages torn from them. Pages of recipes. Meals never eaten. Exotic desserts never attempted. Guests never invited or entertained. At least the furniture had been used, had had many years of use. The clothes had been worn, the pictures admired and enjoyed. But the recipes... Continue Reading →
When we hitchhiked just past midnight Aiming for Orillia by dawn, the Still-life sights along Lake Couchiching Seemed unreachable, by far. We were 20 and 26 respectively, each had agendas the other Longed for. I, a reprise to my grand escape when Only 15; you, a means to find peace through My dogged adventure. We... Continue Reading →
I do not fear you pain, I fear your brother, The pain that gets others. Regular pain, I find you simple. You are what comes and goes. You are temporary, fleeting. Your brother I cower to. For he is unpredictable, ruthless. He attacks the ones I love. The ones I love, I can't protect. Their... Continue Reading →
I don’t mind the orders to stay inside I favor the life of a recluse The recluse lives owing few favors I can email friends I’ve never met Someday I may meet those email friends I live in the amusement park of my mind I amuse my parked mind thinking of you solving one of... Continue Reading →
Still sheathed in silk velvet and lacquer with a flesh-smudged mask of henna, I glide out to the lanai. The tangerine night light shines down against the greenery of morning. I dip into my bag, find Klimt peacocked Murano, and bowl the cottony sipper of my narcotic— Alpinist 99. I look to my left. A... Continue Reading →
It is not Spring. It’s winter. Everyone in attendance is chilled and shaking. Not even dark suits and dresses can warm them. Yes, buds are opening, wild flowers peeping through the emerging grasses. But that’s just nature. Its seasons cycle. Ours come and go. Photo by Brett Sayles on Pexels.com About the Poet:... Continue Reading →
I tear out my bones and rearrange them while the woman at the counter cries silently into a lukewarm coffee mug. I wish I had the answers, I say, but the country is too cold, and the moon, pale and rambling, keeps blocking my view of the ocean. In the middle of a... Continue Reading →
I descend chutes, by way of sluices, to enter rapid currents. You hear me speak only when fees are granted. With glowing words I sing your praises. I will someday betray your memory from a fast car window. I'm more than desperate to quit the cradle. Your vitality comes from youth misspent same as your... Continue Reading →
Ephemeral Elegies 