As I would peel gold from a persimmon so would I strip away hauteur buried behind the storm of your downcast eyes, nothing quite touches me like innocence and words kept from addressing their pain. You see I want you from your skin to your soul, your smile deserves to be… Read more“Of love and neutral tones”
Month: December 2018
Soliloquy – Under the full strawberry moon
Let us pretend it’s June embrace the full deliciousness of this ripening thought this break of day, so peaceful is emptiness that I should like to rest my heart and exhale. Let us pretend that romance isn’t as wild and ephemeral as we are used to thinking, rare is the heart that’s… Read more“Soliloquy – Under the full strawberry moon”
Evening Primrose
It blooms in spite of shadow, lure of dismal, dreary and dark, where grey clouds caress with soft, ethereal light as I meandered and curled through a long and winding path. It seemed almost natural and all the while I kept my eyes on pale and nodding grass, the sweet conviction tasted… Read more“Evening Primrose”
The Peace of Wild Dawn
Dawn delicate, durable, dreaming, bursts through the clouds as I look back swallowing the last bits of a black bean breakfast bowl. I cannot forget headlines leaping out at me from the television, the newspaper, cannot disregard feeling of dread swirl of smoke and drowning hope in the drinks of Poets … Read more“The Peace of Wild Dawn”
December, world as described in the heart of a poet
Morning tiptoed silently into the darkened room, followed by clouds that blush like tangerine and plum as I wake with dreams merely forgotten not erased. ~ a moment when we know it’s December ~ Leaves detach from boughs and are translucent as paper urging me to gather fragments of thoughts… Read more“December, world as described in the heart of a poet”
Letter composed on the corner of 26th Street
I have seen white blossoms fall into the lake regardless of political storm that surrounds it, witnessed men build dreams conscious of suspicion that destroys it. This is not anywhere else but here in our heart that we find conviction, I won’t tell you because you already know how to… Read more“Letter composed on the corner of 26th Street”