Monday, September 23, 2013
Edge Places
I tried going to the edge places
but found no solace there
just a fugue in my heart song.
I cannot relax into
this moment.
I can only find unwelcome company
the hulking weight
that strains the rattan furniture
placed upon the burnished
porch floorboards.
Summer descends behind
the beach dunes
the seagrass brittle.
I know why the gull
screams.
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Sweet Vermouth
there is little planning
in shaved ice
the muddling of a sugar cube
splashed with bitters
whiskey roads
leading to Manhattans on a Friday night.
Alone doesn't mean lonely
sometimes.
most times.
in shaved ice
the muddling of a sugar cube
splashed with bitters
whiskey roads
leading to Manhattans on a Friday night.
Alone doesn't mean lonely
sometimes.
most times.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Bee Dream
I tried to find joy
in the lavender honey
spread across the expanse of my toast.
Yet, I couldn't shake the dream.
My father was certain there was
a hive of bees in the wall.
Pounding with a two by four
he tried to smoke them out.
The bees swarmed
a mighty rush of longing to see him.
I awoke to Mother's Day remembrance
of father more mother than mother
both honeycombed in the earth.
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