Category: Poetry

              It’s not that it doesn’t matter, I do, sometimes to exhaustion, this merry-go-round, a never-ending style, certain pains carried, a baby stands. It’s hard to find commitment, I know, when surprised by the elements brand spanking new, reminder of wisdom forgotten, rejected and denied, the baby walks. It’s…

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To smell a person’s odor on a Monday when there’s no law that says you have to take a shower, not even after a few days. If the same person stinks on Wednesday, the one you stood behind while waiting in line, it isn’t good to complain. Even if it was a Friday, she still…

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The fear, we saw and heard it, something no one wanted to embrace. Even if we could forget, no one did. It remained, our memories not destroyed in the fire, our voices heard by no one. Under the moon, it lasted a while, maybe forever, probably never leaving. This fear, it cut into us, stayed…

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The poor man killed in battle and buried without his head. He was the Headless Horseman. This isn’t that tale, but it’s bastard cousin. I present to you the tale of the Horseless Headman Yes, the horse that had no tail or head or even body, it only existed in the mind of the man,…

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Heavy when it opens, when it splits apart and nothing pours out, the blood, coagulated and dark, it has been hardened over time. Suffering and painful, the feelings of intensity and rigidity, it has been long past boiled, and not what it used to be. Something different, some unseen shape, some other feeling without a…

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Don’t I (matter)? I should as I drift along in life, with a pear and apple, one in each because they are too small to carry both in just one. You used to call it something else, something that I look upon with more mature eyes and ears. I was stupid.  You were stupid. We…

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It takes one push, just one, to fall down. It wasn’t a tentative step, a leap into the unknown. I didn’t care about particulars. Not asking questions, not thinking of the consequences, here I am in this space. It took several attempts, finding peace within myself,  forgiving the wrongdoings. I know you don’t care. Glare…

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Envy wrapped tightly, no ribbons or bows on top, just the twine that holds it together. You are the pieces falling apart and bits left dangling. You will not get away from me, this encompassing human flaw, the unwanted gift you want to throw in the garbage, but can’t because you enjoy this suffering, this pain,…

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Creaking Before the Chomping The creaking in the deep crake. Where does it begin? Deep from within, I think. It stops when I do. How soon to be you for a day? Tell me with candy in your mouth. Chomping and chomping, until you stomp out the flavor. Bursting Arrive in your best uniform, ironed…

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Crisscrossing back and forth, across the hardened landscape, swollen feet, numbed ankles, and cut up fingers, from now on we will not travel so far at night. By the light of the sun, when the crunching under our shoes begins, we feel the power, striking down invisible unwanted energies. Returning to our land, my people…

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Dipping my hand into the water, too opaque to see what is at the bottom, still willing to go deeper and deeper to get to the core. It’s the center of it that keeps me going, that propels me forward, even through the terror of the unknown and the screams ringing in my ears from…

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Oh, how you buzz near my ear, pesky little thing in my life when I’m trying to relax. A complete nuisance, not small enough to ignore, and what an ugly little thing you are. Beyond any kind of purposeful meaning, you are too annoying to keep alive, but first I must find you again. Oh,…

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The dotted line appeared in the morning light. It stayed for a while, growing thicker. A little burden to me. The dotted line appeared when night arrived. It morphed into a red splat. An intrusion into my room with intentions. Keeping still and watching me. Feeling too reserved to be a comfort. It moved when…

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