• For the Woman I Love and the Men I Adore

    The 6th arrives
    with a softness I did not authorize.
    It walks in barefoot,
    carrying the woman I love
    in the palm of its hand
    so much,
    too much,
    more than any day
    should be allowed to hold.

    She stands there,
    quiet as a vow,
    loud as a heartbeat,
    and April 6th bows to her
    as if she were the…Read More

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  • State of Mind:

    Dear Danny,
    I sit alone behind these grey concrete walls, wondering if the Police really know it all?
    Craving just a little male affection when all I seem to get is your rejection?
    Write me letters, pick up the phone, need your sweetness, so sick of living here on my own.
    I loved you, baby, you loved me, said I loved ya, it…Read More

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  • Unraveling

    I watched the thread,
    slip from my fingers,
    cold as steel.

    I couldn’t hold the end,
    or trace the start.

    Like a shadow in alleys,
    following the hunt,
    its shadow in my chest,
    too swift to name.

    I watched the thread
    through the silence.

    You can only sense
    when nothing stirs.

    I felt tremors pulse
    through skin, t…Read More

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    • I was just thinking the other day of all the ways of saying and meanings for unravel. This is a potent expression of it 😊

  • April Poetry #5

    April 5 is just another day
    in a year already a fourth
    of its life gone. But this day
    has no song, unless you want
    to count the rhythm and noise
    of imperial bombs sent by
    the “shining light on top of
    the hill”, who has always promised
    the grave and the slave. April 5,
    just another day where they
    say all this hor…Read More

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    • I was thinking this morning about that phrase march to the beat of your own drum. But the noise of the world is so loud these days it’s difficult to hear it. Those last lines…damn!

  • Leave a Message at the Tone…

    I can hear my phone buzzing
    on the dresser across the room
    like a fly…dogging my face
    it’s distracting

    as I give myself over
    …in every possible sense…
    to his ferocious ministrations

    his smoky eyes burning holes in my soul
    setting my nerve endings ablaze
    flickers spreading quickly
    a…Read More

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