Poetry Circle
When Nothing Else Will Work
Whatever it may have been that I had done wrong, whenever it was, to this day it remains unknown. I've searched my mind, our past, for nothing. Or very little in the face of the change that came. There was a single seat, amongst a throng of people, bustling about us. I can be nothing…
staying the inevitable doubt
I see light yonder in your eyes aglow like all desire and wonder if it reflects straight from a fire deep within your heart or from the glow of my own, begging questions to be asked of you, but I answer in your place and as I tend this task alone I brace against my…
futile
My passion for you sits forever ready in my fingertips to discharge in an instant its static through our brushing hands, or surge thick like lightning when my arms arrest your body — How else can one explain away touches that stop hearts?
At The Well
It's alarming, unknown to me, how somewhere the memories mutter and some fade. Some disagree. Some approach nearly faded and speak to me. Quiet apparition, names once spoken, beds we once shared. Bodies and tears. Where I found gladness unprotected. So often, I don't remember. Clouds gathere...
Geologic
So many are the colours, the patterns, in he sedimentary stones before me. They are what once was, all bound together. Plant and animal a part of what is seen. Weather and water and life gave birth and so was dispensed and locked within. Then eroded. Even we have come from stone. Maybe one d...
Over Malady of Drifts
It's with a steady passage into lethargy I came to this night. It's with the unique loneliness that comes with night and a blizzards face. The cold sweeps in, the phones are quiet on their hooks. I crush oranges to make a drink with bitters and bourbon, in hopes the worst will pass beneath the...
Feral Phases of the Moon
There has been a full moon all week long. Strangers come to my doorstep asking for a ride into town. The clouds weep and the tears pour out in rivers over the earth, far too saturated to bear more. A friend wrecks his car in a field, and I was right there. Knowing nothing…
Aztec: Piece One
How would Fate prefer us? What about Fate and how we remember her? Fate possesses an unfortunate state in all our lives, she seems to lack control as she brings some together and let's others slip apart. Who could say that Fate is cruel or indifferent? Maybe she just knows better than us. Fa...
With All and Nothing
It's hard to say how many books one who reads, reads in one life. We're unsure of our days, when they'll keep coming or when they will come to a close. I can only imagine. Both books and my days to come. I wish I could say that all that I have found has set…
Roman Wine
I’ve learned few lessons over this course of one and one half year. I cannot say how often our last meeting has kept me awake, made me shake my head to clear away the tears of shame I felt coming. I was wrong to have assumed you would feel the same for me when I…