The Poetry of Emotion
An orange sun descends like a slow-mo yo-yo toward where this Great Lake’s turned purple. I’d wanted it to sing back-up to a love song but as it dripped from its last slip of cloud like a tear from a bloody lid I knew meager romance was doomed. Nature— her two-faced refrain: one moment a... Continue Reading →
I hanged myself beneath the tree Where we first kissed That kiss has followed me Although you have not And even now in death It lies warm upon my lips Warm and burning Soothing and bright Upon lips now dead But still so alive with the phantom of you Photo by veeterzy on Pexels.com About... Continue Reading →
When gently gazing at my disease to please in the mirror . . . I compassionately see your own need to be needed reflecting back at me. Are they really any different? Such attachments invite seductive medications, like band aids or other life support systems. But when we find the courage to go beyond drinking... Continue Reading →
You might ask me to explain this season’s melancholy slipping through my veins and all I can tell you is that on the tenth anniversary of dad’s passing, the doctors removed my right breast and five years later stabbed by a second diagnosis, bone marrow malignancy, no cure just treatment— the holiday lights sharpened. Past... Continue Reading →
One last shared sacred space a stranger sits beside me. We enjoy nature together but apart disconnecting from it all until her phone rings a business call, I think but it's hard to eavesdrop my headphones are in. Maybe we're hybrids robots recharging our solar-powered souls. Photo by Monica Turlui on Pexels.com About the Poet:... Continue Reading →
It is so tragic and so strange to still get tied to hate, so strong, I think it’s time to make a change, And all, in love, to come along. This life is short, is like a drop, We have to laugh and sing and smile, We have to smell a flower and to stop,... Continue Reading →
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I come to you headless heartless without expectations. I come to you breathless clueless without assuredness. Do you want me to turn around to crawl back under the stone I came from? Do you want me to keep coming with blinders on? Why do I shiver in this heat? Photo by RODNAE Productions on Pexels.com... Continue Reading →
Am I any older my dear, tell me I cannot tell can you tell me, are you any older, my dear tell me if you can tell, can you tell? Can you tell if we have aged from the inside out or the outside in or is it just on the outside only on the... Continue Reading →
A severed head, I am. Congesting the fridge. My mouth smothers a jar of jujubes—she didn’t cut it off. My skin marbled, my smudged eyelids purple. Father carried this in his tepidity, but now I’m frozen and forgotten like mother. My nonexistent friends will not miss me. In front of my tongue sits uneasily an... Continue Reading →
