These flowers are growing again in my head and like a vine they neither swoop nor swing– they cling to each side of my brain, try to determine what type of learner I am but either way, thoughts can’t be pushed out of the way so I’ll plan out another day to pluck and prune.Continue reading “Flowers”
Monthly Archives: February 2016
About You
The day I write a poem about you– then I’ll start considering love. Until then, leave it on my front step, off with the paper and my morning coffee; let me read about it in books, watch movies that make me cry. I don’t know why this song keeps on singing, over andContinue reading “About You”
my love for you
in a world of gods and loves and ashes, all I can hope for is for mine to be pure gold… love tracing down our backs, marking a code of innocence– this moment startled me, but the love I have for you, or had– it startled me more. August 2, 2015
Words
If you read my words, do not simply hold them in your mouth; taste them, see if they are to your liking, and spill them out into our silly little world. February 20, 2016
why I’m still into monogamy
Like a sunflower at dawn the light circles the window, slowly, from pane to pane: white fabric fading along the edges, the slight smudge of gray near the nightstand, a black and white journal shedding its ink. The carpet is still blue, like an autumn sky with a few scattered clouds, makeup stains sprawling. The dresser isContinue reading “why I’m still into monogamy”
Something Worth Fighting For
Do you have something worth fighting for? Under the depths of a powerful river do you think, “I wish I could tell you, ‘I love you,’” then yes– you have someone worth fighting for. In the next snowpocalypse do you go drifting off to your bed at noon, arms full of magazines, gin on ice andContinue reading “Something Worth Fighting For”
through my window
the intersection of tree and sky, the lines they paint across pale blue horizons while two black specks of bird chase each other. *** Truth, expanding over snow-dipped houses– it will never be found beneath my pen. *** the earth knows things my mind cannot see. *** but I can still sit back, exhale, and soak in theContinue reading “through my window”
Roses
Many roses bloom in spring; but there is only one you. February 5, 2016
You Are My River
Originally posted on Rivers Renewed:
When we first met, infinity didn’t know we were just hanging on, trying to comprehend the temperament of madmen, their screaming but something happened between us and inside of us, that turned us to the sun even from the first date, it was your eyes it was our heartbeats telling…
Grief
I suppose all I can do is feel it when it comes, and devote my life to loving in a way he, too, deserved to love. for all those we have loved and lost February 3, 2016
Reaching Joy 