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10 Second love story: “Tie-Dyed tomorrow”

  Deep in a well called yesterday your love letters to me water damaged and smelling like the year before last are attached with twigs to the mossy stone wall attempting to dry while the fairy tale’s damp blue ink separates on the pages surrounding me with a tie-dyed tomorrow absent of us for now,Continue reading “10 Second love story: “Tie-Dyed tomorrow””

10 second love story / “Somehow”

Somehow   I spend a lot of time above a pen and before a keyboard, trying to let you know how I feel and what you mean to me, usually to no avail and causing greater confusion. I’d like to somehow write away the trail of devastation that you are now forced to walk inContinue reading “10 second love story / “Somehow””

Poetry / “Franklin’s Kite”

Like I suppose Columbus held while he sailed the ocean blue, I try to locate you with a brass compass.   Like I’ve seen Gandhi wear, while nonviolently battling the Brits, I battle old photos through clear round gold frames   Like I learned da Vinci designed, in between the helicopter and scuba gear, onContinue reading “Poetry / “Franklin’s Kite””

Poetry / “Diner placemat love note”

  I have become a front porch Bell jar wino looking for yesterday   But all I want is to be a back alley junkie freebasing glimpses of tomorrow   And on each day of your absence I’ve received a morphine drip of your perceived value   While fearing the dark and squinting to findContinue reading “Poetry / “Diner placemat love note””

Poetry / “Gunpowder ghosts”

Gunpowder ghosts   I am unsure that you still exist because my memories are grainy and out of focus like films of bigfoot lumbering across the landscape leaving footprints real or not   Perhaps you’re still here and are held up by invisible strings like blurry pie plates in UFO films that we once watchedContinue reading “Poetry / “Gunpowder ghosts””

Poetry / “Context”

Context   I might tell you how much I enjoy being with you as if you couldn’t tell (I am that transparent) but it would be without true meaning   I should let you know how each of your kisses paralyze me for a beautiful brief instant (which is why I have to pull awayContinue reading “Poetry / “Context””

Love story / “Blessed”

Blessed   I’d really like to start going to church, she said out of nowhere. He merged the old Monte Carlo onto the parkway on a gray day that was too fucking cold for March. It’s supposed to be the third day of spring, he thought, and in protest he hadn’t brought a coat.  Continue reading “Love story / “Blessed””

Poetry / “Songs you can’t dance to”

Songs you can’t dance to   The cloud that covers me when I trace the curve of your back   The blindness that overcomes me when I see the back of your knee   The hangover I fight through on the morning after we touch   The momentary blackout you cause as you lean inContinue reading “Poetry / “Songs you can’t dance to””

Poetry / “Hallowed ground”

  Hallowed ground   To much of the world hallowed ground is a grotto under a church in Oh Little Town   To others it’s a sacred monolith in Mecca or along the banks of the river Ganges   Some feel it’s the killing fields of Gettysburg or where their hearts are buried South DakotaContinue reading “Poetry / “Hallowed ground””

Poetry / “Red”

Red   The stop signs (two) and traffic lights (too many to count) between his house and hers were (considered by him to be) impediments to the far too few minutes and hours that they spent together each day (or week or month) but the same red lights and signs on his way home wereContinue reading “Poetry / “Red””