Why are salt marshes frequently overflowed? Why am I drawn toward a moonlit path with intensity? I wish for tranquility to carry me through time, wear it as skin and allow June to deflect the bleakness of day. Why does spring allude to violet obsession? Why do oyster whispers echo… Read more“Sweet Empty Sky Of June Without A Stain”
Month: May 2019
Bathed In The Evening Light, A Poet Walks Slowly
I have witnessed stranger things in life but none quite as strange as this, the city is a kaleidoscope of emotions and sounds with jasmine flowers swaying in the wind here the sun is sweltering hot and yet the heart is somehow content as above the sky grows faint. In… Read more“Bathed In The Evening Light, A Poet Walks Slowly”
To Find A Kiss Of Yours
To find a kiss of yours on the stage of twilight when light slowly ebbs below the horizon, leaving behind a sliver of dark orange and dusty lavender what I wouldn’t give to trace my finger on your lips, extract an emotion or two from its bridge. With you I… Read more“To Find A Kiss Of Yours”
To others a stranger, to me an embodiment of art
What is the word for when people glance as they pass see it empty and give a sigh? His dark hair reaches the tailored shoulders of his blue blazer left stylishly open over a crisp white shirt standing amongst the crowd in a corner, you can tell he’s bored his… Read more“To others a stranger, to me an embodiment of art”
By any other name, lust
By twilight the sky is bathed in rich tones of lust and bewilderment, as slowly her thighs are rushed into by feathered dominance, her cheeks flushed, as even the wind takes note of dark breathing and whispers, Leda lay with her fate tampered with. Photo credits: Pinterest Read here… Read more“By any other name, lust”
Prologue – Layers of dust and spilled sugar
John to his lady love Cecilia, I loved you all last week! How passionately we sang and often as one dips their toes in twilight and takes the sun for granted, and if it would please you to hear, I became Hamlet in my folly and Petrarch in my rhymes…. Read more“Prologue – Layers of dust and spilled sugar”