It’s 4:41 in the morning and I can’t sleep. I’ve been tossing and turning for about two hours so I finally got up and got the computer and some peanut butter cups and I’m sitting in bed hoping to get some of these thoughts whirling in my head down on paper. Or rather, computer screen. … More Sleeping, Writing and My Lack Thereof
After The Night Let’s step down this street right now, washed bright as our shining faces in the early pre-dawn light. We’ll welcome the cool air of March on our skin and breathe in the scent of freshly baking pistolettes as we meander over cobblestones worn smooth over time by thousands of footsteps. We’ll watch … More NaPoWriMo: Day14 – After The Night
Capricious Craving Gentleness led to trust – the lightness of a touch, the feathered brush of a cheek, the whisper of a kiss. An intimate world is a delicate refuge. Alone, the fantasy crumbles.
We’ll Do It One Day She once had dreams that soared but he sliced them into ribbons and tied her down to earth.
Napoleon Ave Gargoyle perched above Sending his silent message Find your happy place ______________________________ For about 8 years I was actively under the care of a doctor. I went to his office on Napoleon Ave weekly, sometimes several times a week. After examination or the latest procedure I would wait in his office for him … More NaPoWriMo Day 11- Napoleon Ave
Freely Let Them Fall Our tears are the water of life, cleansing the debris left from suffering and grief, preparing the soil of our sensitivity, nourishing appreciation and forgiveness. __________________________________________________ The inspiration for this poem was the following passage: “The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, … More NaPoWriMo: Day 10 – Freely Let Them Fall
Desire Waits Long sweet anticipated moments of embrace cannot stave off the lonely hours filled with uncertainty. A languid afternoon of contentment passes quickly between weeks of grey purposeless days. Restless nights of bourbon and TV mock the bliss filled hours – a harsh reminder of a reality unforeseen.
Talisman I was given Our Lady of Guadalupe for faith, I gave her away for cancer. I was given St. Jude for hope, I gave him away for a healthy birth. I was given a fleur de lis for love, I gave it away as a reminder of home. Tokens of friendship given to … More NaPoWriMo: Day 8 – Talisman
The Pier The shadows on the river deceive the carefree. The muddy bottom disappears into twilight beneath a crescent moon. Down into cold waters a nightmare turns from fallow to full. _________________________________ Missing man’s body found beneath collapsed pier.
The Swamp Shack Where once I laid my spinning, splitting head after an impetuous flight along an uneven footpath, mumbling foul epithets and being chased by phantom misdeeds.