Poetry / “Wait”

Wait   I am willing to wait for your reappearance what choice do I have but to be patient and prepare for you to walk back Rather than lying under dark clouds I will string holiday lights from backyard trees in the shapes of Orion and dippers while I wait for you to bring clear…

Poetry / “Chronicle”

Chronicle I am not glad that you are gone (have left) but I am thankful that while you were here I chronicled our love on my flesh but my art is not that of (clichéd) dragons and skulls or daggers (though this may be next) but of hearts and crosses and birds and Bible verses…

Poetry / “Numbers”

Numbers Two of us and six beers later huddled in the back seat of a ’78 Plymouth parked in the dark behind the Eighth Avenue Church shirt pulled off and skirt hiked mid-thigh exposing goose-pimpled inner thighs discussing that morning’s 2nd period Physics class while making out to Jackson 5 static from B104 FM traveling…