Love hasn’t gone Just set aside For a while A failure to recognize The adjoining Rhythm of strings And skins, wind Tapping at the cusp
Category: Poetry & Prose
Just Another Day, It Seems
In between This, that and the other Lies A common ground Unseen, distorted Misunderstood Through a lens Of pseudo-virtue Good intentions Driven by fear And
Never Sent
I received a letter, once Pretended it was from you Vowed to never open Tucked away in a drawer Filled with all the other False-hopes
Lucky Foot
There’s no absoluteTo be found, betweenYour Rorschach trialAnd the cloud shapesThat once upon a timeWere so endearingIn this one, a rabbitFollowed byAnother rabbitThat looks likeIt
A Likelihood of Saints
There it is again At the corner Of my eye Dangling, distracting A tiny strand Twitching, dancing As if From a marionette’s Interpretive hand Like
I Have Seen
I have seen an old woman Sitting in a rocking chair The warmth of the desert sun Shining on her through the front window Surrounded
