You are not a street among crowds Dry face, dismantled soul, Crumpled time. I write to you because You are a sweet something, Hatched from nothing, A beginning contained in another, That knows you do not end in yourself. Never be less than you are. Remember that real love soars On lifted hearts, Scrapes your … Continue reading Untitled V.
I am a soul scientist A dreamer Dropping reflections For pennies Philosophies Probabilities The poetics of charm Spring day sparks in a jar Bottled up landscapes And cannonball chemicals Clobbered kisses Muddied by truth A florid kind of love Continue reading Soul Scientist
I am not fit for sunlight. I was made for clouds, And madeleines, And the kind of sweet nostalgia That sings. I am not always eloquent in love, But I crave your kisses Like firelight under the moons Of gold September. You are not the lust I’ve made, But the shadow I love darkly. I … Continue reading I Am Not Fit for Sunlight
There are moments when I survey the content on this blog and question my sense of purpose. When I step back to analyze the connections between posts–the ideas, philosophies, and forms of creative expression that have proliferated within this space over the past eight months–in order to decipher the meaning of what I’ve built. And, … Continue reading The Woman Beyond
Mornings sipping tea kettles Meters of smoky poetry and earl gray rainbows December leaves Density Palms Feet tangled In juicy chestnut threads Apple cinnamon candles Trembling light Propped pillows and throbbing sheets Thighs damp with the temperate moans of a not quite lackadaisical Saturday My pulse skips a syllable Your thick fingers pluck vertical rhymes … Continue reading Daybreak
You turn me at a corner, My naked eyes enter you, Immensity like nightfall. I want to drown in it. I want to paint the world. I want thirst to rain from my fingertips. I lust for magic, Autumn afternoons, Slow-roasted suppers, Long, hazy love. My love, I crave the beauty of every life On … Continue reading Alchemy
It’s an atypical Sunday. And it began that way. I guzzled my morning coffee at a Monday’s pace, determined to squeeze in a 3-mile run before a brief, but intrusively scheduled, work meeting. So much for a day of solace. As I scrolled through emails and checked alerts on my phone, I came across a … Continue reading The Yin