Someone once, on television spoke to me of stars. Bathed in blue light long past the bedtime I never had. Alone in wonder at the poetry...

I dreamed, or, maybe Memories Kissing all the freckles on your body one by one by one As I was when I was younger so much bigger Naming...

I touched you, once and my hands were stained with the gentle peace of afternoon wine and dark soil Leaving shads of you on everything I...

Yours was the only music that moved me Every song, voice cracking, from the gut An I feel it in my legs now The breaks and lightning...

How many words? This is that How many ways? Shall I compare thee to... Reaching for anything worthy Making mountains and miracles maze...

Unsaid so much unsaid If I could I would I say to myself Knowing how the words won't fall when you ask them to and How I'll dress the...

I do not dream at night Instead, they invade my days Until the lines between my memories and the monsters under my bed are all just so...

I think now (what then?) that all I was then The beauty and the peace Were mirrorly dreams and shapes from my own eye, I cast upon the...

Tenderness is an act of rebellion 'gainst a world woven so with pain To deny its call and meet each slight gently To love is an act of...

If you, my dear, were a candy you would be Black licorice (I hear you scoff) Because, you see, I fucking love black licorice And all the...

I couldn't understand your love for me Unworthy me A landscape of faults and leaden skies But I could love him, who you saw in me If only...

I love those things about you She said And how could I reply? Just to shatter something good with my own hands But still, I fear your...

Poetry is compulsive idolatry The falling star of morning Knowing god by building him The mimicry of a child And destroying what is...

Afleet again, as always comes Roaring as a river to the sea Seeking dis-solution To be everything, anything, at once Shattered like light...

I wake and sleep each day Alight and charred By the truth that I am not That I have lived too long with too little Little passion little...

I have never regretted The pieces of pain you shared or the caustic currents of your shame in the hallways of 3am But I have grieved the...

Warm bitter coffee tastes best before the lights are on When silence lies immobile Breath less Earthbound lightning stoking the heart to...

The meandering and branching paths Of forests deep and dense Make comedy of destiny and fate I turn around to find again A path not...

Ash bows long from the end of a cigarette Memorial to deep breaths and momentous moris Softly, slowly, still Lest it drift aways with the...

The memory of your blossom was so bright in me I would not see that spring had passed and we had become seeds beholden to the wind...