'tis the seasonanother december's defeated me'tis the season6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
one more winter
to the ghosts
who keep leaving me
choking on hope
'til I'm hoping
they'll leave me be
'round my bony tree
forced to flee
a certain we
surely she loves
but her I's
keep deceiving me
as snow melt
as they appear
when the numbers
have no meaning
about the year
It is hard to be softMom cutting Dad's hair in the kitchen. Feather voicesIt is hard to be soft8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because they are discussing matters heavier than water,
jarring scrapes when they move the chair.
Tufts of hair fall, touching the
curved blade of ear. It is sharper, as are our brains,
than you think, even as
the night velvets. It pads alongside my cat,
who sits behind the laundry room door and makes old saxophone sounds.
I slip inside to touch
the kitten scruf of his neck.
How difficult it is, to definitively love or hate,
when everything is so soft.
From where I sit there are no windows
and except for drooping eyelids I would not believe
in the moon. Or in the swift autumn nights
that come upon us like riders. And the hard
hands begin groping in my belly,
begging to be noticed. I do.
PerfectionHidden, as if a secret.Perfection7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our relationship was swiss.
No commitment, with a hint of insane love.
Each time we were together one thing lead to another,
we made love.
Love with no commitment. It was absolutely perfect.
I Call ShotgunI'm losing friends like I'm losing time,I Call Shotgun6 years ago in Other More Like This
But what is time without these friends?
And If I just cut off all these loose ends,
Will my body survive the fall?
I'm fighting with myself all over again
And these strangers, they aren't like before
So lock me away for the second time today
And let me grow out these sores.
I'll ignore you all until I'm sure I'm just fine
Because these late nights drain my bloodshot eyes
And did I ever mention my tired bones?
Turn off the light, I'm at my best when I'm alone
An AnswerDarling, you asked meAn Answer7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why I worry that our love
Will grow stale and crumble...
We were once young and spontaneous
With passion that could warm a cynic's heart.
But now I sometimes feel displaced.
We are comfortable, yes,
But that does not mean we need to be complacent.
You tell me that stability does not equal boredom
But lack of evolution results in death.
I fall in love with you over and over again
And I like that feeling of being in love with you
As opposed to just loving you.
You admit we have become predictable
And it is because we know each other so well-
But can anyone really know anyone completely?
We have become so attuned that
I can guess just how your body will move
And you are okay with that because it is comfortable
And who needs surprises?
I know you're busy, but so am I
And I still spend more time than I should
Writing you silly verses like these-
You can't tease me about it though
Because there was a time when you did the same.
I miss that.
You swear that this is tempor
If these walls would...We are the figmentsIf these walls would...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a small town
with a small imagination.
You thought it was bad
but you never even worried about
being poorly conceived.
The bright lights
of the big city are filled
with colorful characters,
while the dark nights are spaces
this tiny mind can never fill.
I fell in love with your words
and made myself believe they were you.
like new york...i.like new york...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
score! (and seven years ago)
we're all artists
and aren't we all
now it's just dirt under my fingernails.Novak carried an umbrella with her everywhere for nine years. And when he asked her why, she told him, "Ever since my dad died, sometimes it feels like the sky is falling."now it's just dirt under my fingernails.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That was six months ago, and he still catches himself checking for cracks between the clouds when it rains.
He likes to remember her eyes. The left was blue and the right was brown, like two people in one, and faded, like old photographs.
But then he remembers that old photographs are the only things she exists in now, and his office will get so small that he needs to go outside to breathe.
He wanted to be gentle, even if he couldn't think of a way how. But things were already ruined between them, and he knew that long before he ever sat her down in his parlor.
"If you have to hate me, I want you to," he said. Her face was deadened by the weight of her pain. "As long as you feel anything for me, I want you to."
She shook her head. And she kept shaking it when he followed her, his bare feet
hint 87every day,hint 876 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
go home and convince yourself
that you've never met a woman.
if it helps,
dig a hole in your yard
and fill it with your head.
if you do not have a yard
in which to dig,
from a family member
or sympathetic friend.
if you do not have a head
with which to fill your hole,
all the better for it.
...the breakI hope you find me...the break7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in your quiet hours
like a list
I won't parade
they make a hole
and feel it
not fill it
we share smoke
you just don't
wear the same
it suits me
Sometimes it happens...We don't have to sleep to dream,Sometimes it happens...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I'm now completely sure
I don't have to rattle or roll
I can shake.
I can throw out a million
(exploding with expletives);
I just can't say anything.
Tonight and every night we dance,
or at least I pretend we do.
watch a monkey build a watchfor the betterwatch a monkey build a watch5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was made this way
dropped different & drifting
some distance from divine
a tool gifted with the
breath to blame
what nature has nurtured
I can't figure out
the life of me for
the life of me
or at least no
(with no conception)
of immaculate design
of the miraculous
the impetus of this
all I'm getting
we're all given
she...you're painting pretty lies, alabastershe...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
secrets, forgotten covenants saved for
bad luck days and sinking-ship smiles,
and there are fireflies in your veins,
impassioned promises in your eyes.
i am tired of the monosyllabic angry words
emanating from the room downstairs, crystalline
lungs exhaling choleric clouds of some long
extinct virus, contaminating this empty house,
slipping under closed doors and poisoning
the last ray of sunshine we had left.
she said: looking and seeing are two
very different things
we created a universe between sunset
irises and milkweed butterfly queens,
turning rainy days into a cathartic fix
and i am afraid of heights but i still sit
on the garden shed roof because there is
magic ten feet off the ground,
and i am learning to find beauty in flickering
streetlights and abandoned skyscraper ruins
but you are running off with dreams of
nuclear warfare and exploding suns,
you set fire to the ozone and forgot
all about our rebellious cry.
she said: i a
I Hope New York Does Not Sink-Open, theseI Hope New York Does Not Sink-6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
arms like elevator doors
aggravated too many times
by the pressing of a button.
The dark breaks in through my curtains
and I am looking at a stranger
the way I never do on the train. Each day
is sun and jeans and aching licking at heels, traveling
around the ankle, throat
much lighter than kneecap, eyes
wider than my stride.
The first thing I
learn from the city is why
my posters keep falling off the walls.
They are colorful and expressive, but
do not know how to cling
to that which sustains their brightness.
We are seven blocks off broadway
and the traffic is spot on. I am
five minutes ahead
of exhaustion, until I deposit
my breath onto my bedcovers and
sink my steps like ships into the carpet.
Bouyancy, you see
remains a theoretical state, until suddenly tested
by the weight of daring.
stroll billings never alonesix o' clockstroll billings never alone7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
came and went
as, hours apart,
the ever present stranger
'til you bring out
the best in me
with fallen leaves
life & death
puffs of breath
the silken stretch
scraping some city
while my footsteps
map & mark the spots
where I'm supposed to
be (with you)
exhaled air to fill
the hollows where
wrapped in mine
find me (please)
hope in heart
all held up
by a half-
The Phone Doesn't Ring AnymoreThe phone doesn't ring anymoreThe Phone Doesn't Ring Anymore9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I guess this is how it gets
When you can't stop falling
Over head, over heels,
Rock bottom seems gone
This stand-still, mid-air
Not quite alive, not quite numb
We had no closure
We just left it hanging
After some time it hung itself
While we weren't watching
The "story not finished"
Had me going on too long
"Meant to be forever"
Was suddenly just wrong
We won an award
For crying out loud!
Holding hands on stage
Weren't you proud?
Weren't we perfect?
Or is it just me
Did I get something wrong?
Weren't we happy?
Sure the fights were real
And we said some things
First hurt, then anger,
Then regret, then friends
Was it ever the solution
To let love go?
Who were you convincing
With that simple "no"?
Now, I let you fly
Like I'm supposed to endure
Let you spread your wings
Let you soar
But what if you fly
To close to the sun
And you burn your wings
And you can't come home
But I know you aren't burnt
And I know you're doing fine
And the sleepless