Vintage 1998I opened your bottle tonight,Vintage 19987 years ago in Other More Like This
10 years of dust
shaking you free
I smelled our year,
an Italian sun on your skin,
and felt the thunder
of late night storms rumble
up my throat.
I held you in my mouth,
remembering the warmth of your lips
pressed to my own,
the way your grapes
ripened on your fingertips,
and burst sweetness in my cheeks.
I held you there,
Tuscany on my tongue,
the music of a foreign language
bringing laughter up my throat,
and a shy blush,
like wine spilled on a tablecloth.
It warmed my belly,
like the touch of a first love.
You told me once
wine was a wandering word
with no roots,
and had called my name
in an accent that tripped upon my heart
for a moment.
I wonder now how I wandered
so far from you.
I know that old expression
that the best wine is the one being currently sold,
but I must admit
I am partial to our year,
to this dusty bottle
with a faded, crumbling label,
HaikusHaikus are for usHaikus6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
who find there is less and less
to actually say
FriendLast night,Friend8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while the cigarette smoke
wreathed itself around our faces,
stinging our eyes to tears
and filling our lungs with poison,
she bled all over my hands.
My cupped palms received the
discharge of her hurt
(viscous fluid expressing itself from the
lacerations on her normally covered heart)
and I blessed the life that never allowed me
to develop calluses.
YouYou6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I am NOT crying
and this is not an angry
poem about you
One night I rescued youOne night I rescued youOne night I rescued you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the belly of a shark
and another I
saved you from drowning.
I have become your fierce protector
I fight your battles
with my eyes closed
and fists curled with sleep.
Behind my eyelids
and become your older sister
The Risk of AbsurdityIt's okay.The Risk of Absurdity8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's just a little collection of words.
And since when can words hurt?
It takes a whole thousand of these to do
what can be done
in only one picture.
So come closer.
Those barbs will not really
nor will that phallic symbol.
Look at it.
aren't really real.
Listen closely to it.
That laughter, crying, shouting and screaming –
its all in your head;
the deafness is not corporeal.
Taste it, smell it.
The obsessive love that is so sloppily described,
sandwiched between rank mixed metaphors
and saccharinely purple adjectives,
only really exists on this piece
if you happen to taste
some extreme bitterness
or severe sweetness,
don't worry –
it's only temporary.
The Day I was BlackThe Day I was Black8 years ago in Other More Like This
I was One of Two;
only two white girls in the class.
Her with her sea-scape eyes
and english complection,
me with dark eyes
and fly-away hair
we did our best to fit in
I remember the day, like a chameleon
I changed colour
Mothers lumbered in
waiting to hear
someone else's version of their child.
And so my father came,
One of Two;
only two fathers cared
He showed up with his dark skin
white teeth and grey hair
in a flower of colours
my abhorrence of numbers.
"Nessie, who dat be?"
they searched to understand
why white embrace hug black
so full of pride
"Is my daddy"
A discussion on genetics
is frail at the best of times
but they determined
with their Form 1A reasoning:
"But he black!"
And so they offered me fists
"Buss it dey niggah!
Chee gyul, you black!"
From that day there was
One of One;
only one white girl in class.
Porous I held you in handPorous7 years ago in Typographical More Like This
for you to soak
Nightthe hills gaspNight10 years ago in Typographical More Like This
at our breathless movements
of flesh and shadows
beneath the scattered darkness
of prophetic trees
our bodies husked and ripe
pinned in our wrestling
to the hasty growth of the slopes
the corn of your teeth
summons blood to my surfaces
the earth groans
underneath the fevered death
of our hurried kisses
and black cloaked whispers
until we are sap(ped)
and stir secret-like
in the breezy stillness
30 pills swallowing 30 pills30 pills6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
does not make
it all disappear,
the sadness does not get digested and
up into manageable
as if by osmosis
to those you are so desperate
to leave behind
and who love you most.
Miscommunication I + IIMiscommunication IMiscommunication I + II7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she saw an angel
through the luminescence of
the Holy herb's floating garland
and the angel said
be not afraid
of my immaculately conceived whiteness
of my circlet of pure light
of my pinioned feathery back
I have brought you a message
from one who made us both and loves us both
(in equal measure)
she crawled under the bed
and phoned someone
to talk her
he received a letter
from a prophetess
of fevered eyes
and gaunt soul
it said to repent
(for the end is nigh)
to prepare for
The BouquetThe Bouquet8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I picked you a bouquet from the garden,
red, white, and the pink grafted ones,
the hibiscus flowers you had planted,
the bushes now tall, star-studded
with buds and blooms.
When I arrived I was grateful
for something to hold on to,
even though they made my palms sweat;
I shifted them from hand to hand
rubbing the moisture onto my school skirt -
I had nothing to wear,
little girls do not own black dresses
The church was stifling, between
body heat and grief
I could not breathe
and my flowers began to wilt.
Everyone had brought you fine arrangements,
tropical, store bought, with fancy wreaths
I had only your hibiscuses,
limp and dying in my hot paws;
I felt ashamed of my offering.
I had forgotten that,
hibiscus flowers bloom only once,
and when the sun sets
their life shrivels
and returns to earth.
I buried them in that late afternoon sun
beneath the mountain of
flowery farewells you had received.
Your hibiscus bushes still grow,
tall and untamed.
I watch the
Jurnal de dorZiua 1Jurnal de dor5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Azi, perdeaua s-a miscat din nou in locul in care obisnuiai sa imi citesti versuri.
Azi,s-au pierdut toate ,ma ingan cu amintirea glasului tau pierdut undeva in abis
Si imi astept si eu pieirea.
Am refuzat sa ma mai pierd in lacrimi si in vise bocite in odaie,
Am refuzat sa cred ca nu mai esti
Stiu ca, undeva, pierdut in fericire esti tu si imi citesti de-acolo,
Dar eu e asa trist ca nu te mai pot auzi e ,totusi,prea dinvreme
Am mai imbatranit cu o zi,nu se cunoaste, dar eu ma simt atat de veche fara tine
Peste mine s-au asternut toate in trecerea lor grabita: si timpul si vantul..si tu.
Ma asez la fereastra si scriu,aici, unde adesea imi citeai din tine vesel ca un soare de iunie.
Pe mine m-au vestejit lumina,apa si focul din ianuarie.
Si sunetul vantului pe la ferestre mi-a vestejit timpanul
Poate de asta nu te mai aud citind, nu te mai vad zambind.
Poate am vestejit eu si dusa sunt de nu te
26062011ao mi je to nisam napolju, toplo obučen260620114 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ao mi je to dani nisu vie nalik ovakvim noćima
Mrak i stakleni vetar umesto ege i pitanja
Ovo to udiem me neće čekati ujutru
O altabine-i doamne să mai dormiO alta5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ziua în amiaza mare
prelinsă lângă mine ai şoptit
îmi e sângele stricat
îmi e gândul mai nimic
tic şi tac
şi tac, şi tic
vezi tu, dragă
să-ţi duci viaţa cere timp
înc-un pic şi înc-un tic
nu e vorbă-n lumea asta
ca să-ţi zic
că nici ultimul din oameni
nu a plâns, dar nici n-a râs
n-a zis nici măcar un pis
măcar unul din mulţime
să fi strâns la piept un vis
poate că am fi avut
altă apă şi
Paine si vinCădea afară piatră-n ropotPaine si vin6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mugea în valuri marea-n clocot
Şi-aveau în palme soarta lumii
Dar n-o doreau de fapt nici unii.
Ascunşi sub mese, prin cotloane
Plângeau de somn, de frig, de foame,
Zdrobeau oase de pui cu dinţii
Îşi murmurau plângând părinţii
Şi era noapte-n miezul zilei
Şi era milă-n miezul milei
Aşa de goi de tot orgoliul
Erau cu toţi cântec de doliu.
Chinese Water TortureChinese Water Torture10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Chinese water torture
I could never figure you out.
Will I ever be able to?
You are…unintelligible to me.
But thoroughly, THOROUGHLY
An unwritten script…
The conclusion….if my discovery process continues on its
course, will not be in
my lifetime. You are
And while you exist, your discovery shall
I shall go
insane, I say…surely I shall
lose my mind if this goes on.
Nothing. No patterns. No signs…
No way for me to tell what will happen with
One day, love…
figure you out.
Will I still be inte
Poemul Alinei din fotoliuMi-am luat umbrela şi paltonulPoemul Alinei din fotoliu6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Să mi se simtă abandonul
Ca pe-o negare-a vrerii mele;
Tu stai şi-i dai zor la andrele.
Şi plouă-n ceruri şi pe stradă,
Şi-mi plouă-n gânduri o grămadă
Că n-am schimbat o ţiglă două;
Acum şi-n casă o să-mi plouă.
Crushed HaikuI am feeling crushedCrushed Haiku9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
like a bed spring caught beneath
a very fat man
Cum nu-ti pasa...Asa, usor, treci pe langa. Lin.Cum nu-ti pasa...7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
In timp ce eu nu reusesc sa fac macar un pas fara sa ma poticnesc, fara sa ma intreb daca nu am uitat ceva in urma, daca nu am luat-o prea repede, daca n-ar trebui sa ma intorc.
Sunt mai ceva ca o tanti care a plecat in graba de-acasa si se framanta gandindu-se daca nu a uitat gazul deschis, lumina aprinsa, fierul in priza...
Nu stiu cum se face, totusi, ca mereu ''uit'' gazul deschis indelung, suficient cat pentru o combustie spontana, ca niciodata nu se consuma indeajuns de mult becul, incat sa ma impiedice sa nascocesc o licarire de speranta, ca oricum fierul e permanent in priza, altfel nu gasesc de unde ma ard atat de tare.
A, ba da. Stiu cum se face.
Se face ca tu ai dat un sens tuturor cantecelor de dragoste pe care le stiu.
Se face ca, alaturi de tine, experimentam stari dintre cele mai diverse.
Si cele mai intense.
Si cele mai scumpe. Pentru ca, vai, uite unde am ajuns.
Leftera. Fara pic de sentimente si trairi dintre cele exceptionale, dintre c
Old GhostsOld Ghosts7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only here can I find you
on mute mornings of poetry,
where words unsaid
suspend, up end,
their breathy presence the wind
across the hills, plains, lakes,
sneaking through the shudder of grass;
the ocean in a shell.
You are in each inhalation
even though April's love
is lost and drowned,
Only here can I find you
blowing the world my way.
It won't be long before
I decode the wind.
The world has never been so loud
O cafea cu tine.O cafea cu tineO cafea cu tine.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
De asearã te astept
La masa din cerdac
Pentru a bea o cafea,
Sã ne pipãim mãruntaiele
Sã ne plimbãm limba
Prin locuri clocotitoare
Si sã mai schimbãm
Câte o vorbã de taifas,
Demult nu am mai bãut
O cafea neagrã de tine
Si nu ti-am mai vãzut chipul
In zatul de pe fundul cestii.
LostI walk this desert, no stream in sight, my beliefs dead. With myLost3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
dreams far, I see mirages everywhere from what I could have
been if my morals still existed. From there I saw my old threats.
Soul for sale, it said.
That was hardly ironic. I had no use for it, and the predators
already made their bids, darkness staring me in the face. That's
alright. I've survived long enough, ready to fade.
Slowly, I kneel to the ground, the warmth of the sun thrown
away like an old rag. I knew, because all around me the desert
was burning. When you've lost everything, what could you do
but watch it turn to ash?
What it's all about.All we want is to be understood and loved for who we are.What it's all about.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
But we can't ever be loved for that.
Because no one knows who we are.
And no one ever will.
No one could possibly know the depth of our thoughts
or the wickedness that lies quiet in all of us.
We can only be loved for the bits and pieces of ourselves that we decide to show to the people around us, hoping that we will also be loved for all the other little things that we'll uncover in the future.
Because that's what love is all about.
It's about accepting change and evolution,
about wanting to be part of this unique
and beautiful process.