Another breakfast aloneWon’t wash the bedsheetsCan’t lose the scent of your cologneThese words will dry on their ownAll these things that I’ve done
Tag: amwriting
Home
Home is where the fences are cinder blocks, radiating heat well into the night. Home is where the shit on the street is from ornamental plums, and not migrating ducks and geese. Home is knowing where the garlic salt is in the kitchen. Home is where your dog is. Home…
To be young again!
To be young again! To jump on cracks, breaking Mama's back To run from the shadows of a cloud on a spring day To skip to my Lou, fall down from a ring of roses Hopscotch, and jump-rope, and down down baby To be Enlightened by curiosity To examine the…
Superlove
I won't let you in, I'll fight you to the end Too close, I can no longer be your friend Love ends, where hate begins You are which of the seven holy sins? Hold you down, surrender to me Mission to the black hole of a distant galaxy You make…
Music to My Ears
Fruitful and productive Tired and antisocial Emotions that define my life I have seen wonderful things Celebrated milestones with loved ones I am a true gastronome Yet I feel alone in a crowded room It is time to stop dwelling on the negativity And let the sunshine in It is…
Things That Are Full Of
Things that are full of music Cascade like a waterfall Down the coin slot Chirping in acceptance, once, twice, three times luck be a lady. They call me the One-Armed Bandit The meadow in the Wild West Words and music under the gun Of the tiger's sun. The Ballad of…
Requiem for a Fallout Shelter
It was a ludicrous assignment. Claire Peyton, the entertainment columnist for the Mountain Valley Daily News, knew it. After their morning meeting, editor-in-chief Warren Harris pulled her aside. He mentioned a ghost story that had persisted in Mountain Valley, population 150,000, since after World War II. Then he let slip…
Fields of Elisium
The battlefield in my headis littered with the loversI'll never bed, let alone wedSee me ride the light of loveTo a place inside his heartFalling below the mists, undertowSinging the praises of an unknown soldier,Broken apart by the promise of releaseFight with me, beside me, inside meBehind me, roller-coaster ride…
Paralyzed
"Honey, there's something I have to tell you," Gavin Matthews said gravely. Catherine - his wife of fifteen years was at the stove, her back to him. She paused, her hand gripping the wooden spoon stirring their tomato soup dinner on the stove in front of her. "What's wrong?" she…
When I Was Naive
We practiced our haibun in my grad school poetry class. This was my result. The tsinelas on my feet do not protect me from the grains of sand. My mother's pale skin is a gentle reminder for me to protect my face from the sun, so I don't get tan…