Your legs are long and sweet resting like caramel candy on a pillow of spun sugar. They shake and quiver in my dreams at the start, not end of a banquet table lined with fruits both forbidden and fair. Who will meet a hungry taveller from the dusty road and offer them refreshments? Perhaps it…
Category: Poetry
Sweet Little Lies
I planted a seed in your garden where you said plant And I watered it with my blood and tears You told me it was safe there even when I said I can’t // I saw the future unfolding before me powerless to run And I begged of you to spare me You told me…
Apple Trees
Apple trees are seeds that you plant when you’re being chaotic Spreading joy wildly while throwing cores out of a speeding car “Here!” they like to say to the Earth “I’ll grow here!” “And there!” they yell pretty wildly “I’ll grow anywhere!” We’re a resiliant, reliable, pleasant bunch we wonderous Fruits of Eden We’ll grow…
Under A Witching Wood
Under a witching tree in a witching wood I met a wooded witch who whispered to me tales of the divine Of wood nymphs wearing spectacles and frogs who once kissed turned into princes and of forests that gleamed with silver and blood in the light of a full moon And she told me too…
Trippenenny
If I had three pennies to give you for every one you gave me Why wouldn’t I just keep giving them to you forever? Why would I ever get worried or jealous or concerned that you had three or every time I got one? And for all I knew, perhaps you had three children to…
Loving You
Loving you is like loving water Ever-flowing and ever-nourishing The stuff of blood and legends // Loving you is like loving myself With respect and care you touch me Pricking my eyes with tears // Loving you is like loving no other And for all my days I will swear it true That I have…
Floating
My underwritten writing is begging me to slow down Begging me to unwrite what I wrote Begging me to cease the relentless pace set for me by the editors The publishers, the booksellers and the optioners And I am just floating in a sea of words and I cannot really see my way clear I…
Thicket
The curve of a bush or a woman in bloom is reflected in my hands They make mirrors of each other in-out-out-in brushing strands Of leaves or time across the universe and who waits at the city on the edge of forever But a Poet and a Dance brushing off Fate and Chance whose hoofbeats…
Violet and Intemperate
Speak to me O Muse of that thing which we call love That is washed away in the sands of the mighty just as easily as it is held in the hearts of the brave Sing to me a battle hymn of he who is unrepentant in his gaze and she who rose to meet…
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