Category Archives: Poetry

your voice falls over me like honey from a spoon held high enough to slip down to cover to soothe to calm me I breathe again for the first time not realizing I had held my breath for years breath comes dressed in laughter in tears in healing in freedom an unintended gift perhaps notContinue reading “your voice falls”

the pause after the end leaning into another beginning that place I want need to step into it fold my body fold my heart fold myself to curl around you to hold you close to me and be held beyond the edge of myself but like a thousand steel needles I fear if I closeContinue reading “the pause after the end”

I have let these threads weave between us in loose and fragile patterns that complicates itself in the futility of existence I go and return to you as the sun passes the window pulling light into corners where it has not touched yet before leaving again I wake and sleep not moving in this isolationContinue reading “I have let these threads”

I have not loved you in the first 18,471 days I have known you not once I have not felt a tenderness towards you or felt compassion in seeing your reflection or cared for you before another not once I have not walked through my soul’s estate wondering what I could do to care forContinue reading “I have not loved you”

one hundred and eighty two days blurred together like paint smeared on canvas like a photograph left too long in the sun like gibberish dreams that fill the night nothing makes sense silence binds isolation with threads left dangling, untended to knot in the early fall winds introspection dances on the edge with uncertainty avoidanceContinue reading “182 days”

crowded together pressed against mind’s edge empty and faceless peer over the railing above the page pushed against each other they perch to leap first land unscathed between the lines reaching outward towards where my head lies on the desk resting and tiptoe onto my outstretched hand ~ 1/100

torn fabric lets the light in old curtains hang on the windows slightly askew she stands there the second girl, waiting with her back to the wall leaning into the moment one hand braced behind light becomes distraction playing along the wall with abandon the second girl shifts in place watches the shadows join inContinue reading “the second girl, waiting”

I turned just far enough in my chair to see through the window to the trees outside as the storm pounded the concrete with surprising fury lightning cut the sky into white ribbons thunder echoed between the buildings I thought not moving about where I stored the candles should the power go out again whatContinue reading “enough”

I wandered the unused path heavy and overgrown looking for small opportunities to see sunlight overhead something to guide me forward but each step betrayed me drawing blood warning root and stone to hold me still night apologized for truth only opportunity the past undressed bare, empty unwritten by the moment do you remember? theContinue reading “apology”

rising with the breath to sit in between that one and the next a conversation born in the swell under the wide evening sky nothing to hold wind through my fingers the day rests on the horizon slipping beneath the rolling sea your words land like the crashing waves on jagged rock worn by yearsContinue reading “union”

still has the price tag on the back neon orange sticker warning me that for a $1.99 broken wounded lines will scatter themselves in black ink visible in the sunlight scrawled over torn pages until the crisp cover is worn down a hundred days of verse upturned by the rage of existence separate me fromContinue reading “[yellow notebook]”

I wake before the sun again listen to the passing train wind its way into the city through the trees and sleeping streets to greet the downtown blue-violet sky not ready yet to welcome the soft pale pink tendrils of morning into its grasp pull the blankets around me against the chill a few momentsContinue reading “swift”