There are expressions that bloom much larger than thoughts can contain In some walled garden so they are transplanted to flourish as words Language is a stream so small at times and this expression is a salmon, spawning with the drive to swim upstream against current, seeking oceans When language is too …
The man in the most danger is the man who can be broken I am not that man I broke already and I am more alive for knowing it perfect love
If pain is such poison how can it knit us together like vein-bare hands of a trembling old woman weary with years, steady with hope No, I can’t believe it Not warm, beneath this ancient afghan
that you are strong enough and that your love won’t wear out in the knees they tell me to cast all of my cares upon you and that you are all powerful All knowing that you know already anyways that I am helpless to resist the monstrous love of the Lord They tell …
You are running so fast that’s good you take the lead on an inside corner that’s good you pull ahead of the pack and taste the sweat of victory, salty sweet that’s good You are running in the wrong direction that’s not good You hit a rock and slip across …
All of those wasted hours pretending to be free Trying to unscrew your head from your heart to pry your spirit from your flesh like some slimy oyster pearls to swine do you know-you must know-how ridiculous you look dancing under the weight of all those chains drowning out your practiced justifications …
I am just going to come out and say it Then you are going to slap me in the face and we will both have told the truth
I want to write a poem using only language from the information age ultramodern glossy black vocabulary tricked out with glowing blue LEDs And stainless steel but all of the words that I could choose are deflated lifeless and ugly megabyte, gigabyte, terabyte data and nano processor microfinance, binary and digital memory stick …
Grab a pen while the mind is racing for the mind won’t always race it’s pace will slow and you will scratch a thousand tickets madly but never win So cater to the whims of this faithless friend who comes and goes as she pleases Miss Muse Because it does no good to complain of …
‘We’ve got to ease our way into the light’, she said A throwaway comment while I was making the bed And the sun sneaking in through cracks around the curtains Gets washed away in tides of incandescent bright I smear the sleep from closed eyelids And remember how hot revelation burns like tears How …