What was the heart made for if it is so restless in this world? Beating steadily against the walls of its cage

Time is so slippery in significance Meaning, jumping waves and toppling like towers toward the sea Where are you? Sunning Lioness My...

Come back to me To me Oh tragic god unfettered be And make of this your empire Make it vibrant Take it free Rough Titania calls for you...

When I dissolve then more can be like Bubbles Bubbling. Fleeting Floating up! up Up until.... Pop! And then anew again again again

I love you Come home safe Sorry I'm gone But I'm here now Quick as a thought Wherever you are Quick as a thought Just like you asked

Digging my way up to heaven I tore these bootstraps long ago If the flesh is sweet but the seed is poison tell me how does you garden...

A thief, a re-teller begotten not made The odds and end of lives and stolen moments. Tricks of the trade for a pounding chest Eyes up...

The ruins are still Rocks and rubble, dust to dust But my eyes see the spirit in their bones My heart remembers their rhythm How do you...

The lion's share of my education, What I hold most prized Came through the gates of death. Dead words, of dead writers, scribed black on...

If pressed, I could not say Truly The sun rises in the east It shines through the gates of your lips Silent prayers against your skin...

The sea boils this way and that way Washing and uncovering anew Rubble left naked Everything is everything is Nothing without context I,...

The heights were not dizzying Perspective is a trick of the ground The lullaby of soil crunch solid between your toes Promising the...

I've been playing around more with narrative poetry lately. Part of me always pulls back to the abstract and maybe that will always be my...

When I wrote this it was a song lyric, something kind of folk-punk maybe. But I can't play any instruments or compose so it lives on as a...

My life was the dream of an ancient bear As the ravens picked it clean Spread round on the spores of its final crown Borne on golden beam...

Touch Brings blood to border And the fore- gone conclusion of crackling nerves Sky and earth bridging instant Made flesh Rhythmic...

The first time that I met you I knew I loved you. Cliche. But I knew it the way I know how to walk, in my body like the breeze enters my...

My heart, I think, would cease to beat were it not for your hand to squeeze. My lungs to fall without your breath to fill them... Strange...

Poems made her smile or cry I petaled them in truth She love them dearly Subtle lie Words made warm and blue My lovely gazer Mirror true...

I ache to ache again But courage was centuries ago