the simple math of eating

instant oatmeal falls free from the torn pouch to wait for boiling water where ceramic curves stuck in thick paste to fight with the spoon I want breakfast pie. I want to live on caffeine and mascara. I want to forget the balanced meal in the bottom of a wine bottle. or ice cream tub…

day’s end

Broken frames tilt in staccato steps across the wall corners separated, paint chipped and fading Hanging by wire and finishing nails landscapes not been seen in decades I watch them leading across the room silent parade to the gold dipped window glass witness the end of another day. river stones on the window sill are…

I wanted silence

I wanted silence after days of noise and tears heartbreak silence instead of music birdsong or conversation I wanted darkness to sit on my chest and suffocate me squash the light from the corners of my closed eyes instead of opening my heart to the sun I wanted nothing to fill the hole left by…

night rose

night rose faint hint of gold below gradient blue trees still bare snow melted still on the wire one last wintered gift and I I was lost in memories and wishes what might come and what will never candle light in mercury glass frames the wondering the hoping the doubting the wanting the fear the…

Patty Sue

you died at the beginning of spring I felt your passing knowing without knowing my heart ripped away and thrown into darkness I knew felt your love around me like hummingbird kisses one day we will walk on the beach together hand in hand sweet girl I miss you like lungs miss air you were…

daydream

you are the smell of coffee in the faint morning light lavender violet clouds drifting past the window as I stir the cream with a spoon I forget to breathe when I see you the smile no longer rumoured on my lips my skin giggles from the pores and I blush in spite of myself…

retreat

  retreat move forward retreat a different way move again sliding across the board until one more piece is taken my head pounds thinking about you watching sitting far enough away to touch the glass I asked for nothing not the game or the turning the distance or ridicule and yet you gave it freely…