What is it about damaged people? (a poem)

The first couple of lines came to me in the car; getting it all down before resuming the editing job I’m working on… 1 Is it that like attracts like (we know our own kind) we want to give the kindness we wish we could receive or do we just believe we don’t deserve better— [...]

National Poetry Writing Month, Day #28

Today’s napowrimo.net prompt is to write a poem that tells a story backwards. I did that, sort of—I wrote my poem, then reversed the order of the lines (making a couple of small adjustments in the process)… I can feel the answers to questions I still don’t know… Even though I knew it was wrong for so [...]

A long-awaited truth (A poem)

Back to the epistles again, after a short break. You are happy now, I cannot deny That’s a truth for which you waited long You need no more to wonder why For your heart now sings a brand new song writ of joy, unbridled and free That’s a truth for which you waited long Worry not, my [...]

Our first date was on Valentine’s Day (A poem)

Back to the epistles again. When he read those words about being in love I couldn’t help but think of you the small moments that we shared the laughs we had the feelings we tried so hard to resist I’m so glad we gave in it may not have been enough but what we had has stayed [...]

State of Mind—December 16, 1992 (A poem)

This morning, I have been listening to a mixtape I made in December of 1992… Early morning, Xmas day Almost-forgotten sounds come from the speaker cones There’s enough there to remember the feeling of that December afternoon the sky grown dark the traffic grown thick that chill in the air but the streets still bare [...]

The Brandy Chronicles (a sequel)

I am fighting the inclination to add this to the poem in my forthcoming collection. For now, I present it as a continuation… 5 Sipping hasn’t done much good: the bottle is empty my mouth is on fire I still have feelings I really do enjoy the taste with or without embellishment I like the [...]

Frontispiece (A poem)

A bit of stream-of-consciousness writing while watching an episode of Sleepy Hollow… Mint fresh stretched out beyond The Capricorn tunic lit by the lantern’s glow History’s marks bind us together as they tear us asunder Quizzical looks mask hurt feelings False verses Spanish chains Split type stack demands contained herein to consecrate ambiguity for the sake [...]