His Better HalfBride/GroomHis Better Half1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
HaikuWriMo1HaikuWriMo1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Church spire, stretching,
weds the moon.
and a heavy heat;
steeds of elven knights,
armoured all in blue.
upon orange glass:
a specimen, fossilised
veined in gold—
fallen like snowdrops.
Eagle in flight,
great wings cradling
peeking from a soft,
smoky grey duvet.
The world settles;
the heavens awaken—
two arrows in tandem.
The yellow of an
crinkled paper moon.
Tangled in old web—
a spider, noosed.
of a smudged landscape:
pot of molten gold
along the treetops.
.i would shed my skin.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
with autumn, but my veins would
crack like the dry leaves
ResidueShe wilts in the wind,Residue1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
but laughter still sounds from a
One Last Star no moon to be foundOne Last Star4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in the predawn twilight,
but one last star —
somewhere in the distance
a robin's lilting call
He Found Me Before I Knew1He Found Me Before I Knew2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
our reflection in the windshield
becomes a deluge
texting each other a renga—
on rain-soaked streets
home from work
he finds me on the bed
in a pile of warm laundry
the children we were
in another life
finishing the fence
he smells of wood chips
from my dad's workshop
I connect constellations
of freckles on his shoulders
I open a melon
its green perfume
at the dining table
writing this haiku
the fridge faintly hums
Space BlanketsPurple cloudsSpace Blankets2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
draped over crescent hips--
bashful twin moons.
LandingWhen a butterflyLanding2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
pauses on your freckled nose
so does the summer.
I keep the trackI keep the track2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I keep the track
in spite of the pouring rain
leading towards home
MythosThe HunterMythos2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a sky of fleeing stars:
the archer's arrow,
pyrrhic lamentman's final sunset,pyrrhic lament2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
lost in embered horizons;
the purge is complete.
One of those NightsThe morning sunOne of those Nights2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
beams through the front windshield
like an intruder:
brash and unwelcome, forcing you to wake.
Whiskey eyed, smelling like an ashtray,
parked at the back end
of some ghetto ass neighborhood
wondering what the hell you did the night before.
It's like trying to remember words
you haven’t written yet.
One thing is for certain:
a little bit of rope goes a long way,
but a lot of rope
will hang you.
Winter's WindowMisted palm printWinter's Window2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
melting ice spiderwebs,
fingers framed by sunlight.
Lingerhow can i move forward,Linger2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the fingerprints of my insecurities
are still lingering within my chest,
pressing against my ribs like piano keys?
i am just waiting, for the day,
when the saddest parts of me
are overcome with songs of serenity.
.the oaks crouch to greet.1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
me, i sit with the ferns and
the forest listens
Alivefarthest from my mindAlive2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the thought of turning back
and drowning in a sea of thoughts,
struggling for air -
i do not want my mind possessed,
with whispers of ‘never, never’
rustling within me like a taffeta skirt
across the floor –
i want to be alive,
not simply breathing –
a survivor, not a victim.
winterice sculpts the sunrise,winter2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
filters down to still the day;
silver mists echo
Fill in the blank.Sometimes people leaveFill in the blank.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
these why-sized holes in our lives
after they depart.
okt 1crisp dawn breaks,okt 12 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
'luming ice blue skies;
herfst is hier.
Slow, LoveI am a box of bones; attic-drenched,Slow, Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gathered in the grief of storms.
I am a catalogue
of failures, listed alphabetically
for ease of use; God knows
why, since no one ever looks
beneath the covers.