Category Archives: Poetry

I’ve never been at ease among a crowd. I like the city but I can’t ignore the silent screams around me, some as loud as ominous vignettes in dream, the score of desperate pantomime, a headache’s hum. The antsiness of … Continue reading →

My mental health requires time and space to be alone, away from folk and noise, when I can bide in my internal place and let release the power it enjoys to synthesize the purchase of each sense, attend the rhythm … Continue reading →

I’ve known a lanky man a couple years and learned to loved him, now and then, a bit, although his laugh is irksome to my ears, although his manner’s inappropriate. I’ve known another now a dozen weeks, a guy so … Continue reading →

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 →