Knit Mufflers

Freezing rain falling,Cutting through this knit muffler,Wrapped around my head,Whenever I sigh through it,I thank you for your present.

Settling in with the Setting Sun

Her toes curled in her damp socks, drying in front of the little space heater beneath her desk. A cup of coffee-milk (to call it milk-coffee was to stretch towards fantasy) moved around her face: first to her left cheek, then her forehead, over to the right cheek, her lips, and then back again in …

A Reminder

I wish I forgave you your faults,And perhaps been more aware of mine,But I'm a coward,And left you behind,So this poem has no purpose,Just a reminder that I fucked up,And the fault was entirely mine.

No Partnership Survives Fame

Once, we took our pens to cut our throats,Spill our blood onto the kitchen tile,So that we could write poetry with our toes,And allow us the chance to finally be free,That we might die die die to feel alive. But publicity makes all of us turncoats,And all those stupid posts've gone viral,As it starts isn't …

To Nowhere and Back

The engine turned over at last, proceeded by a hoarse round of cheers. The New Year had come and gone huddled in the back of the old Honda, a burbling hookah and a crushed pack of old cigarettes (Quit smoking or quit buying, eh?) our only source of warmth. Our passing savior and her oversized …

Friends

A friend in need is,Still a friend indeed,And I need a friend.

Remember When We Were

I believe that I have developed an odd sensibility about men and women, at least as I depict them in my poetry. I suppose I could track this arrested notion to my interactions with my mother, but I would rather not open myself up to Oedipal comparisons, so let's assume this mild distortion was formulated …

Conversations Online

I struggle to understand people, that’s not poetry, it’s a simple fact, My actions are built upon a framework, steps to accomplish a given task, I’m not a robot, I’m just focused, But when others act without purpose, I confess to feeling robotic and my understanding less than earnest. For example, I have an old …

Your song takes my soul

Your song takes my soul,Once heavy, now light and free,Like a fairy bloom,How transient our lives are,How meaningless our turmoil.

Dear Friend

She hiked up the mountain path,With the intent of leaving behind a note,But upon reaching the cliffside,Decided against it,And sent me a picture instead.