Another time, this same moon, which free-hands its flat arc across a fathomless slate of nighttime sky, supplied so much duplicitous reason that the warmest stretch ever of endless kissing seemed also to signal an endless love. Have others believed in such infinite moments? Maybe the fire and the jazz and the lips touching just... Continue Reading →

I rested my head on the crux of his chest, there I heard the tumult. Wave after wave of tempestuous rhythm crashed against his rib cage. He was a vast ocean of torment. An upturn of violent discourse beat against my ear. When had I become his lifeboat, weather-worn and ravaged by the torrents of... Continue Reading →

It was a good thing at school or the office where I'm paid to sit still and think for eight hours a day but it's a problem the rest of the time Does she want to be more than friends? Why hasn't she texted me back? Am I being too clingy? Like a vaudeville plate... Continue Reading →

there is no elegy for the death of snow flakes there is no requiem for the death of wild flowers so listen for a silent elegy when you see snow flakes fall so listen for a silent requiem when you see wild flowers perish listen for the music that cannot be heard death of snow... Continue Reading →

Silence is hurt acting wild Is a kneejerk reaction to nervousness Has an ugly mouth to be slapped Is a dead leaf falling from an oak branch Has devolved into a Mindless bomb Detonating Whenever someone Listens Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com About the Poet: Chris D’Errico is a visual artist, musician and writer who... Continue Reading →

My mother baked an apple crumble, Golden brown over green. She did everything right, Followed the recipe to perfection, Warmed her hands on the oven door whilst checking. When it came out? Just a stodgy mess. Some said she’d stewed it too long. Others claimed the apples bruised. One said they were rotten. But you... Continue Reading →

“When our days become dreary with low-hovering clouds of despair, and when our nights become darker than a thousand midnights, let us remember that there is a creative force in this universe, working to pull down the gigantic mountains of evil, a power that is able to make a way out of no way and... Continue Reading →

and I (much as the stream slows past bends which come continuously, as it flashes its fins like rings on a king- fisher’s fingers, on the arms of married women and unsettled wild young men) will one day retire my flouncing, settle down, after I have lived finally in enough places to see that one... Continue Reading →

Since you floated away, I've been pondering my feelings - particularly today. If I were a movie and you were my director, After your credits were over, I could no longer cry on your shoulder. As your script flashed before my interior eye, I was left disillusioned before I could cry. Literally, I was your... Continue Reading →

It is cold in my mind and in my bed. The shadow of you lingers like a coffin. I crawl into it and dream of a life I will never own. I wake only to the hell I have been taught I deserve. Photo by Max Vakhtbovych on Pexels.com About the Poet: A.J. Huffman is... Continue Reading →