Category Archives: Poetry

It’s minutes after midnight where I sit upon a hotel bed in Washington, but far out west where you are, there’s a bit of time remaining till your day’s begun. So I say happy birthday on the phone but you … Continue reading →

Surprise me not tonight, but feed me well on sustenance prepared with your clean hands. Don’t give me sweets to chew, but if you tell your love with fish and fruit, she understands who doesn’t want a flower or a … Continue reading →

That didn’t work – the guy’s a jerk – there’s too much murk in him for him to take a chance with clarity, with grace. I sent a true account of me – he traded cheat romance for it. Ash … Continue reading →

I heard you almost voice the phrase a lover likes to hear when gazing in the darkness at my face, you said you start to love me, and my ardor upped a gear and held you close and heated my … Continue reading →

“How close,” I queried “do you want to be?” Then “Close,” he whispered. “Close is very nice.” He gave his answer bland, emphatically, and I asked, “What means close and at what price?” He countered, “Do you want to talk … Continue reading →

So what if she was unimpressed at first: his clothes ill-fitting and his manners rude. So what if he was boorish, and accursed with awkward talk and cocky attitude? She must have been more lonely than she knew for her … Continue reading →

The slob who takes the toilet paper stinks, for inconsideration is her name. No one can tell what spell the woman thinks she weaves, with wasted paper for her game. Does she object to hygiene on a roll? Or does … Continue reading →

I used to hold a backpack fantasy: a dream that I could carry as I go the several things that mean the most to me for, needing little, what I need I know. I had to put that fantasy on … Continue reading →