She kisses my cheek With the lips of gentle breeze. She sings, and she laughs With the birds and the crickets. She smiles sweetly With a pearly white crescent. She pierces me with deep blue eyes That sparkle with a thousand stars. - She’s firm with soil and soft with lush and dewy grass. She’s … Continue reading The Girl in Green
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Simple Pleasures: Singing in the Shower
Oh, how the hot streams of water flow down my skin, Warming my exposed form. Oh, how the steam warms the air everywhere in here Along with sweet white noise. Alone in the white of this porcelain fortress, I’m free and unafraid. I ask myself Will I sing? I will. In here, there is no … Continue reading Simple Pleasures: Singing in the Shower
Simple Pleasures: Ode to my Bed
Oh chrysalis of cloth, surround me! Wrap me in your soft embrace, And warm my body! Let me be snug, and safe, away from the world. Oh chrysalis of cloth, support me! Let my weary body rest, And recline on springs. Let me be free from burdens and heavy eyes. Oh chrysalis of cloth, absorb … Continue reading Simple Pleasures: Ode to my Bed
Left-Handed Writing
Left handed, I am not. I write with my right, I type my words and stories right and left, I send my message in every direction. Am I right? Who can say? I can hope that my right writes what's right. On the other hand, sometimes hope just isn't enough. Sometimes it pays to write … Continue reading Left-Handed Writing
Simple Pleasures: The Battle of the Orange
Battle is eminent, My fingers feeling the bumpy, porous skin know this. The skin is the enemy, my nemesis. Cruel, firm, unyielding, it guards The sweet citrus prize. Battle has begun, My fingers clawing the bumpy, porous skin know this. The surface is difficult to penetrate. I hook a tiny section And draw the first … Continue reading Simple Pleasures: The Battle of the Orange
Echo Poetry: Kubla Khan
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan Con A stately pleasure-dome decree: Me Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Man! Through caverns measureless to man Can Down to a sunless sea. We So twice five miles of fertile ground Pound With walls and towers were girdled round; Hound? And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Thrills … Continue reading Echo Poetry: Kubla Khan
Sleep
There is no dagger that sleep will not use To stop your heart and blind your eyes To cover up its thin disguise For that which lies beneath There is no nightmare sleep won't bring to life To close your eyes and chain your hands So that you will not understand The things that live … Continue reading Sleep
A Much Needed Shower
My naked skin is burning in the merciless sun, My bare feet cut and pierced by every thorn and rock, My face is soaked with dirty sweat and burning tears, My exposed body too fatigued to run I hear stiff breezes whisper in my ear And see grey clouds that gather in the distance. I … Continue reading A Much Needed Shower
Solitude
I slip into the waters of my mind, waves lapping at my ankles. I look around and see nobody near. I walk, until the water surrounds me on all sides. I'm the only one here. How peaceful, my solitude! I reach the edge of the shelf and look into the depths; It's all silent and … Continue reading Solitude
To My Mother
What have you given me? Why, here’s a list: You gave my body and a brain and half my DNA, With all the pain of birthing, that’s something extra, eh? Some joyous years I spent with you, and then another gift That took up my spot on your knee, though you soon closed that rift. … Continue reading To My Mother
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