Archaeology (a poem)

I had no idea where that first line was going to go when it popped into my head… The lake in the mirror a faraway place dark around the edges quiet, but no balm to the system empty of something vital separate from reality Spaces red spaces blue spaces aground beneath dirt mounds from long [...]

Infatuated (A poem)

The rare poem written on my phone (so as not to disturb the cat on my lap)… Infatuated drawn from weaponry I do not know how to use My feelings pull back to avoid the inevitable conflict between their poles They cannot stretch that far without distorting something ephemeral into permanent disfigurement flaws mapped onto [...]

An untitled poem about the intangible quality of love (A poem)

I feel I captured a strong feeling with this poem—at least, a strong feeling that I had as I wrote it. In that sense, writing this particular poem was an act of hope… So often the heart in love is portrayed as blood red that’s where passion lies, they say My heart beats on the [...]

On a chilly September morning (a poem)

Wrote this one this morning… We huddle together for warmth mornings in September gradually give way to the crisp, cool autumn air until it’s time to get the blankets out adding layer upon layer to the pile Then we dive in all sweatshirts and sweaters feet in thick winter socks hot chocolate and a good [...]