The Silence of Words

April 30th, last day of
Poetry Month, arrives
with showers, grey skies,
and sadness. Fitting I
suppose referring to
the old saying, ‘April showers,
May flowers’, those Springtime
colors designed to bring joy,
happiness, and the feeling of
self-worth, of being whole
and seen, alive in wonder.
Instead, this day…Read More

Unlimited Editions

we were young once
in years – yes
but beyond that…
in ways you cannot quantify
a youth borne of possibility
maybes still on the horizon
with wide open eyes
taking chances…
for the sheer joy of doing
because of the challenge it represented…
the suspicion…
it had never before been tried
sufficient reason…Read More

Time
Is it time
I guess it’s time for me
to give you information you see
Because I don’t know how I was going to work this day
Everyday is not like yesterday
I know that you’re surprised
I decided to do this at this moment
Why
I write poems, I write stories, I write facts
When it hits me, I have to give it to you
You understand that…Read More

April 30th: LOVE at Last Bite

April 30th arrives
with teeth made of twilight.
Not sharp,
not cruel,
just precise,
the kind of bite
that ends a month
without drawing blood.

It is the moment
when April leans in,
slowly,
deliberately,
and takes its last bite
out of everything
you thought this month was.

A bite of memory,
a…Read More

Love Sonnet LXXXVI

For some reason April 29th
hung in the air like a full
moon, its beams finding you
through the open window, and

tickled your skin as you
slept. I watched you
breathing, breasts rising and
falling as the moon beams

frolicked their enthusiasm,
causing you to awaken slightly,
roll on your side,

And settle…Read More

Glass Houses and Crusaders

listen
I’m not angry
I know you mean well
but I need to set one thing straight
I don’t need anyone charging in
trying to save my day
swinging a shiny sword
astride a big white horse
not when I’m already taking action
I fight my own battles
mop my own damn floors
 
like that knight ever on a crusade
you…Read More

The Lurker and the Birthday That Won’t Die

April 29th begins with the quiet truth
that life is a lurker.
It hides behind doors,
peeks through curtains,
waits in the corners
where the light forgets to reach.

It watches you
with the patience
of something that knows
you’ll eventually turn around.

And then,
as if the day nee…Read More

Ignited

You threw the match on gasoline
It was always flammable
It’s stable if not bothered
You did it, though
You struck the match
Watch it light
Then threw it.

Did you doubt it would light?
Did you want to see if it was destructive?
You knew it was
The temperature is hotter the closer you get
I advise you to stay away
Let the…Read More

???

I sit before you
Blank
Random thoughts
Incoherents sounds
Nothing
Absolutly
Empty

Candle lit
Shows shadow
Places to hide
Alone

What is happening
I do not understand
I’ve scaled walls before
Beaten away the void

I dont like this
Alone
My thoughts
Have jagged teeth
Tearing at me
I hold it back

I sit here b…Read More

Endings and Beginnings

It was April 28th, a Tuesday, situated
two days closer to May. Something
unclear, vague, shifted just beyond
my sight.

Perhaps it was my over worked
imagination, a mind focused
entirely on the abstraction of
reality, or the discord of a
symphony that was playing
in my head.

Perhaps it was due to…Read More

Depends What Matters…

I don’t know if it’s a society thing…
or what
but this standard that directs us to follow a specified path
you meet…you marry…pop out a few kids
never forgetting the coveted white picket fence

I have a question…
what if that pattern…
isn’t really one size fits all…

I think of all the miserable…Read More

The House Where the World’s Bugs Gather

April 28th arrives
as an infested house,
a structure trembling
under the soft, relentless weight
of everything that crawls,
buzzes,
flutters,
or insists on existing
in the cracks of the world.

It is not one kind of bug.
It is all bugs,
every species the ending world
has ever whispered into b…Read More

Just Think

Walking in with a smile
Feeling light as if at this very moment was the best

Walking in with a frown
Feeling pulled down and weary as if gravity has a vendetta

A tune comes to mind
“Don’t worry be happy”

A tune comes to mind
“Everybody hurts”

Open the window
A beautiful butterfly fly in

Open the window
A…Read More

A KISS #4

“Let’s not speak falsely now
the hour is getting late.”
(Song/poem ‘Along The Watch Tower’, written and sung
by Bob Dylan. But in this case think/imagine this song
sung/played by Jimi Hendrix, the Live Version)

“Excuse me while I kiss the sky”
-Jimi Hendrix, ‘Purple Haze’

Th…Read More

Unstable Faultlines and Explosive Boots

I saw him in the back of the room
a wide space between him and the crowd
no one acknowledged his presence
he was…a non-entity
it was a self-imposed exile
however unintended

I wanted to feel sorry for him
sipping his drink in silence
amidst all the gaiety and laughter
but I’d felt the brunt…Read More

April 27th – Down, Up, Along, As If Tomorrow Didn’t Exist

April 27th begins
down the stairs,
all the way long,
each step a small surrender,
each landing a brief negotiation
between gravity and will.

It is a descent
that feels older than you,
a movement inherited
from every fall
you’ve ever survived.

But the day does not stay low…Read More

Rainbow Dreams

Today, April 26th, has arrived
with a promise of color,
of something that plays in
our mind like a whisper,
like a dream.

Some dreams
are like candy apples,
sweetly coated
and soft inside;
or, like rainbows,
that rise
and fade into the sky.
And then,
there are the dreams
made of you.

Those dreams,
where your…Read More

Not the right time

I wandered into this strange land
The beauty I have discovered
With no one to hold my hand
Only a bag and cloak to cover

I did not expect to find
A place to call my own
I moved space and time
Wanting to find a home

Then I met you
My world became so small
All my world views
Mean nothing to me at all

If I…Read More

Break Out

do you exist in a cocoon…
locked up…buttoned down…
but never evolving?

or do you break out…
spread wings meant for flight
and soar into the night?