Flow

As the sun goes down rays of orange light filter through the crashing surf Curling waves glowing from within It’s gorgeous, magical, mesmerizing And maybe that’s what your love does for me Perhaps it fills me Works it’s way through the churning, swelling, rising, swirling Waves that are me Yes, your love flows through me…

Evergreen

We swayed to the beat of reggae, touching, both willing surrender to closeness, hearts booming, soaking the love like a sponge when the music was done, the crowd walked away, even as we lingered looking at stars, holding closely to moments profound and fleeting the weight of the crash came over me, thinking you said…

Bonfire

He puts his arm around my shoulders, My stomach flutters, feeling sixteen, I keep the whisper locked inside my heart, So people won’t steal him from me, As they’re wont to do.   Yet my emotional needs aren’t as important, I’m not looking for everlasting love, We’re living in Salem and the fire burns hot,…

Some Season

Hey you. Don’t these woods have this strange, dreamy, whimsical allure? The season between Spring and Autumn has an odd eccentricity to it. This strange electricity permeates, and the roots, leaves, and branches ask us to lose ourselves but hold back like the ripeness which isn’t fully ripe yet, like the air that’s pungent but…

Ring

In the snow where rings of promise Fall from fingers frail Words of winters bleak admonish; Ripping through our sails In the leaves of ashes weeping Tears of golden dreams As we lie, abashed and sleeping Daring not to scream With our words on pages blurring Faded from the flares Of the light of candles…

curses

say it in anger say it in frustration in sadness & sorrow say it in exasperation in amazement & awe say it for effect for emphasis say it to make yourself laugh for levity for celebration for kinship say it just to say it… (i for one am glad to live in an era when…

Big Sister and Little Brother

Verdant landscape, surrounding a large stream Flowing into mother river meandering Crocodiles lie on the banks lost in dream Birds soar overhead, looking for better fishing Dung beetles roll their treasures industriously Working, unlike Sisyphus but purposefully *** A group of city folk picnic by the  bleached rocks Letting loose after the constraints of employment…