Category: Poetry

I felt the chill creeping around the corners yesterday Finally the herald of change is here! Wake up, it says Feel the cold and smell of dead leaves starting the race towards the poetry of rebellion against stagnancy my million-colored…

constantly, consistently cold, the tips of my fingers shaking I retreat to the sun outside for an hour, just to revive quite sure that this is not the best way to work under a flourescence that does nothing to warm…

I dreamed about a house on a cliff last night it went on forever on the coast the waves crashed around and under the foundation it was in the mountains, abandoned there were stories draped around the house the corridors…

Feet sinking in the worn-down rocks When was the last time We felt sea foam around our ankles? I still think that I can spend sand dollars And get change. Spiny horseshoe crabs are banned from the car (sensitive noses,…

At the Viceroy Hotel, a car sits up on rocks (not blocks) Across the street from the shelter are the condos, which are across the street from the homeless who are sitting with signs by the highway entrance. I am…

We will walk down that dusty path with the sun setting in front of us our walking sticks and cloaks on our backs our soft murmur of conversation veiled by the desert wind we travel in. We can look into…

I wanted to say this morning felt like a Georgia spring morning when the heaviness in the air is the heat trying to start the day. I walked down Chicago city sidewalks covered in the spring green of seeds flying…

In the blanketing darkness around me I sense the timeless souls in harmony we sing and our words flow from lips to praise I let tears run down my face and offer up to God my pain. The joy in…

I want to write. I want to write like I used to, with a sense of joy and strength underneath. Somehow I hold back, something is not right. I am dizzy from thoughts and sounds and the life that surrounds…

The middle managers are all wearing blue shirts & khakis today, walking to their meeting in single file. The sales guys know my name, but to me they all look the same. Office dinosaurs wander around the jungle of cubicles…

Once I tried to write a letter to you you of my past you haunt me still in unknowing words that I would do anything to be the one you speak to the only one you speak to even when…

did you know that i never dreamed and now i’m waking up with dreams of you and i don’t sleep at night because if i do i’ll never want to wake up from dreams of you.

because the lights were on in glowing red and I saw stars beneath our skies. because I’m surrounded by more love that I could ever hope for. because you(multiple) have had so much patience with my broken self. because of…

these sounds assault my ears in joyful thumps and rings I’ll tap my feet in time I’ll take the rhythm stash it away in my head to walk along the corridors snapping my fingers and twitching my toes. I’m leaving…

(October 2005: Chicago, IL) This is what they meant when speaking in rhymes. No fan of riddles, am I. But in something they said in the way it was read spoke to me in symphony, the harmony did not join,…

I’ll walk down to where I saw the beautiful things and lit up faces falling down in beautiful symmetry, pausing to reflect on exactly what brought this interaction here. Writing is my escape to worlds no one can follow, except…

Perhaps you don’t see the smile when I hear a song or my laughter when I realize nothing’s wrong. Maybe I read just a little bit much or write things that make me seem sad and such, I hold close…

Am I true to myself when I refuse to bare my soul to the world? Maybe my way is more subtle and leaves people guessing at meanings and stories behind the words I put on paper. Sometimes I wish I…

I danced around helium balloons laughing as they brushed around me in circles, wind-carried. I felt the rain on a different day it went to my head… oh, last night you should have seen me. I need to get back…

This is such a beautiful mask with smiles and laughter trimming the edges Such a delicate creation, all wrapped in words covering things unsaid. Wanting something to hold on to, but masks take me back. I’m the last to admit…

I want to write now with words that escape my last breath before I sleep can I speak about the rain that came to wash away these doubts in rivers and bridges flooding over each place in the world. In…

I am newly aware of the strength contained in my small frame. There is something strange about knowing exactly what to do and that restraint is good in its place. Even odder is when I understand that this was the…

sometimes I see reflections behind me out of the corner of my mind I reach out to touch with a fleeting glimpse I know I’m alive this is simple to believe I don’t have to try since time is beyond…

so I’m playing it cool for real I’m working on it. you’d be surprised how much I’ve changed since yesterday.

I listened as she told me the stories of her life the struggle against demons that I could not imagine, and the slow effort to rise up again. I listened as he unburdened his soul explaining why he did what…

this is not this is not this is …again, where we stand. perfectly still… again, my heart in my throat my head in my hands. This is a very large, very empty Room. (Click to enlarge)

I apologize for the lack of entries this month…It has been a little busy. I attended a wedding in Minnesota this past weekend, and another set of friends is getting married this weekend. zooom! Batman Begins was a great movie….