Sometimes, Love
Sometimes love is not enough. Sometimes you need to stand up! Shake – something. Love with your whole body, love
Category: Poetry
Kaleidoscope Eyes
If my body is an illusion I choose to banish it. I deny every sharply intaken breath, the effect of your
Orange Blossoms
This poem was originally published in an anthology called Revolution of the Undertones, by Scrap Paper Press. It’s no longer
The Six-Penny Jazz
In the six-penny den where the gamblers drink and rub gold coins between shaking fingers they pretend is just a
Graveyard Thoughts
Here under pines made black by light and shadows I come sometimes to sit awhile, and think. Here beside the
Love [luhv] – noun. 1. You.
Shakespeare compared his love to a summer’s day, and when old words lost their luster, he crafted new ones to
Crimson
And she’ll dance in the dark with the fire at her heels and she’ll never stop looking for more. And
Houses
Houses. A hundred moments of my life wild wanton like me A moment in time. The red duvet on my
I Don’t Know You
While my lovely artists have given me a generous buffer of images, I find myself lacking an equally generous buffer