Day like faded scars, nine years gone like yesterday, I remember you.
Tag: national poetry month
April 13 : A Lonely Little Way
It's breakfast on Sunday when the recipe is cut by half and still-- leftovers. Friday night with drinks in bedrooms shared with paper friends and digital adventure. Buying two tickets so you can share the experience and somehow still standing alone with the extra in your pocket, unused and unwanted. Trying to not read too … Continue reading April 13 : A Lonely Little Way
April 12 : Cityscape
fingers hover over keys storm clouds over a city so close-- almost touching fingertips to rooftops one drop, two, a million pour a story bounces off bricks throws itself into gutters drains to the sewer muddy mess lingers weeds sprout between the cracks but wildflowers take root too
April 11 : Bed
Bed like a temple where only I am allowed to worship. Bed like a cloud from an oil painting so full and heavy. Bed like a hammock in paradise so quiet and cradling. I sink between the layers, and stretch in the deliciousness.
Typewriter Moon 