The Poetry of Emotion
After these many weeks, your body is like a once-familiar town that I’m uneasy in. Something is no longer right. I walk the same streets, but no more as someone who should be there, whose natural place it is, to walk them. I’ve become a stranger now, mimicking belonging that was mine before this cruel separation that... Continue Reading →
Seeking a purpose on the curious island surrounded by land to the farthest peaks lush prairies devoid of what he once knew. Abandoned was the hope of a kin stranger in the lives of those once near not even a plea could reach his teary gaze. Space empty as the cosmos imprisoned his flesh tighter... Continue Reading →
Seated in Sukhasana, head over heart heart over pelvis, I lower my gaze to my chest. Large pores, nascent stages of wrinkling, span my cleavage. Boldly on display, joining blood blisters and freckles and fine baby hairs. I’m proud of these marks. My mom has them. My aunt, too, who bronzes better than all the... Continue Reading →
Today will not be different. Mercury is in retrograde, expect a tsunami of unwanted advances. On Thursday, a tumultuous relationship long thought dead will attempt to rise from the grave. By Friday, you’ll be on eggshells delicately walking through the remnants of a friendship once thought shatterproof. The weekend brings rain. Your roses won’t survive... Continue Reading →
I used to read books. For it is far better to drown in a novel than to drown in a cesspit of morose souls but I slipped became curious - drowned for a little while. But as I pick my book up on this bitter cold day. I am reminded of the trail of warmth... Continue Reading →
In the honey chocolate expanse of your eyes the husks of your tears seize like cut seeds of opium carried East on flurries from the Lakes , bearing such a bounty of beauty and courage but to leave one craving to share in your sparks of spunk and revel in the absolute pleasure of inhaling... Continue Reading →
catalpa, heart-shaped and boney your daddy died years ago, in redress of his mind, where I leave my fingers on the stone, and I’ll never see him, he is just a rock he is just a worm; you’ve been in my mind but never knew me, I tire; death is half the stradivarius of the... Continue Reading →
1 swaying sunlit spruce perpetual hope machine shadows come and go 2 cold rain, empty page darker muse’s fuzzy wings crocheted, crotchety 3 stay out of the weeds good advice for life, not art seeds cling high as knees 4 Mozart concerto violins sawing coffins teach us how to live Photo by... Continue Reading →
I dreamed again that you were dead. There was a hole in the ground and a coffin, some white flowers – you never liked white – and people I haven’t seen in 20 years. They still look the same. "It is my fault," I say and my dream-self feels like 16 again. Sometimes I can... Continue Reading →
Inaccessible words, driven to this point, madness suits the dead stars and the unfeeling universe. Love departed and depleted, it did this not to you, yet to me, thrown into terminus oblivion. This is where wolfs devour, what remains, this heartbreaks' for you, yet you have moved on, just as everyone else does. Photo by Engin... Continue Reading →
Ephemeral Elegies 