One More Love Poem

I am a candle’s slight flame, shivering Against a world that is sometimes lonely Casting dark arms of shadow, quivering In search for meaning. Tendrils creep slowly Against a bath of light. It’s here you show Your face, raked by warmth, raked by shadow. Your eyes, drunk upon this wavering source This flicker I am; […]

Online

Happenstance dictates encounters of unique strands Unique to the era we as youth must blossom in Unprecedented and uncharted wholly with us as guinea pigs We have been forced into the role of spectator to every inch of the unfolding Earth Hyper aware to the goings on from the broadest sense to the most intimate […]

Greek Sunday

Like a flower bud meeting the light of dawn Rays of sun unfurl my layers, akin to petals With nourishment that begs for a presence That is total, unequivocal. I sit perched on a hill near Kypseli. To the west I see the source scattered Over a wide swathe of sea, shimmering. Children play football […]

Wilt

sure feet plant themselves upon shifting sands defying urgent notice lent to ears by others, older take root, settle in, spread seeds, tend the land because beauty wilts without proper plans for a garden of aging roses boasts little in value and little in yield possessing a fleeting idea at most of weightlessness; freedom bound […]

16 Jul 2021 18:56

In a hammock overlooking the Missouri Weightlessness feels like a suspension in time. The sway from the breeze marking the seconds Only so slightly. Energy sweats from the great force below us While forgotten debris drifts in its embrace. Kissed by the river’s great sigh of breath Tender but certain of its presence  My face […]

Midnight Pentameter

A summer breeze brushed the skin of my cheek. On impulse, my eyes shuttered to allow for the brief sensation to overwhelm my senses. Touch and smell, taste and sound; all bore witness. The warm air I sipped tasted delicious. Trees shivered against the soft-spoken wind; I could hear their brushing of leaf to leaf. […]

Happiness in 2020

Sunlight acts as a natural source of fuel for the rested diurnal beasts. As it climbs back into a sky once void of its presence, warm orange hues invigorate the sleepy. Songs of birds add to the furor- force the lying to rise. The first moments of transition between unconscious to lucid is like surfacing […]

Phone Call

You are a broken thing, patched together by your own two hands. The work is makeshift and haphazard but it’s honest. Though those pieces may not fit in perfect tandem, the way they connect to create the shape of you is lovely.  Not of a straight line but of a path awkwardly traveled. Pieces fell […]