Category Archives: Poetry

White

The white clouds sailed by, Fast ghosts racing On the dark blue ocean, While we lay still below, The willows bent low, Uninterested in our coupling, Whispering instead of fireflies, I sang a verse of After Midnight. You reached down … Continue reading

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Convenience store

I was certain that what passed For courage, was but a sudden lapse Of judgement, the steel cylinder Had clicked with that dreadful Metalic CLICK of the instant Death comes round and quietly Steals the soul. He moved though, with … Continue reading

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Red Knife

Nothing is sacred anymore, Even less is blasphemous. Sin as construct, Calls the pious to act, I killed my neighbor’s Chickens. The blood scarlet red. Would you judge my sin? Here, take the knife, Everything is blasphemous, As she cried … Continue reading

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Lost

Love lost, such a cost…. Love lost, such a dream, Gotta think of other things Otters at play, whiskers smile, Fruit trees in blossom all the while, Hummingbirds fierce, buzz the field, What did my fierce love yield. Blackberries among … Continue reading

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Trades

Love lights the room, Blooms as the Cannas, Slow-waving, thick scent. It goes dark, She bites her custard, And the chocolate widens. It goes dark, Laughter on her toes, Bubbles billow and sway. We wait for the trades, Those warm … Continue reading

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Tomato Us

I am tomato, Sunburned cheeks smile fatly, Curves smooth with summer gloss, Vessel of velvet juice, Within a ruddy flood of skin, And round and round within, And tethered by thick stem, Until your hand caressed, My newly ripened breast, … Continue reading

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Pizza night

Made pizza tonight. Used my mom’s old black, cast iron Skillet. Got it real hot, like five hundred Degrees. But the beer I drank cold. Hot and cold, Kind of like my mom at times. She never made pizza. She … Continue reading

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