in my dream fish are catching flies with regularity. they buzz and drink and gasp – on tempo – in counts of eight. I’m best with quartets. ten-count sheet music always threw me for a loop. gripping the floor with all four corners of each foot, tottering toward the outer edge and just wishing, dreaming…
Category: poetry
trite
soft notes tumble and sirens wail, making the sandpaper in my throat quiver. it’s a queasy way to not say anything at all, but anticipate another sound about to fall. does breath fill emptiness or crawl into corners that would otherwise be less significant, less clean and ordered? closed fists, pressed firmly into the ground….
seasonal haiku
Lines divide skies – an
Ocean swirls above the clouds
Seagulls remind me.
fall haiku
Low coasting crows Flee from falling leaves White sky beckons.
hiccup
grey days are preferable and enjoyable, undeniably so. quiet cedar- scented afternoons lull with false promise and void of you. all screens flicker with world’s end – hot pop pink, stop! shop don’t drop ought to be their motto. you, on the other hand, are perfection in a body sloping simply toward mine fine smooth mauve pebbles like river…
sometimes
we lose and scramble and can’t quite catch hold of anything. each year was a pillar, was a killer keeping us close and quiet teaming with words and sounds and empty guts. hearts slip sideways sometimes. and smile and want and plead, remembering holding on as time and life slide by. we are no longer,…
ocean
you are my ocean light sky fly mine a breeze raises your heart to meet me complete free i know i can simply be embrace heat face touching cheeks small hairs brushing happily dancing dimensions pretensions flow in waves without matter no matter the deep heap filling spilling over awash in me hold take hold our…
First times
Uncertain breath flows and catches and carries me And keeps me from falling fast Keeping fast not like in the past Hesitation is a tower and as strong As a heart that pounds running long distance growing behind me, dipping Slipping under swiftly moving hands Meeting in the grass under sunlight And I said we…
Generosity mosh
Swaying and pushing – Stage and lights, music – Such energy that the singing blinded us. Moved in crowd’s current. To my right: She, suddenly shoulder to shoulder. Compact, powerful, Looking, feeling, drinking energy and Giving love. We are all everywhere at once, As is she. One with the mosh pit. Expectations in chest and…
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