On April 2nd, When All Lies Lose Their Nerve

No lie, not even the elegant ones,
survives the arrival of April 2nd.
It comes in quietly,
feverish but polite,
like someone who knocks softly
before rearranging all the furniture in your mind.

Yesterday’s mischief still clings to the air,
smelling faintly of banana peel bravado
and the k…Read More

A little dream

Clouds rolling in softly
Delicately like a purr
Wrapped in warm cotton
Trailing thoughts of a time of tenderness

Inner eye awakens to a place
Where safety is given
Love is freely accepted
And a genuine smile is cherished

Let me not wake from this
Wanting to hold and be held
In a world of nonreality
Let me have…Read More

for the first time
words
sworn
never to be spoken

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from desperate lips
what loss is there?
compared
to freedom
of hope
l i s t e n i n g…Read More