Thursday, July 30, 2015

I'm Not Even Catholic

Confession is good for the soul, 
-so they tell me-
admonish: admit and absolve.
How can the burdens
you're carrying lighten,
if you don't take the steps to resolve? 
But there are some words 
that land hard on the tongue,
refusing to come when they're called.
And there are some sins 
that Hail Marys can't fix,
so it seems my confessions have stalled. 

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Ponce de Leon Kind of Love

Years will not age us, 
We're eternal: youth in love.
We will never die.

Monday, July 27, 2015

Princess Bride Kisses

Princess Bride kisses 
and couch cushion dreams,
resolve to resolve 
what's been ripped at the seams.
Sew up each tear 
and each tear wipe away, 
start a new journey, 
the first step's today. 
Oil the tin man 
and borrow some heart, 
don't fear the critics;
fear the unactored part. 
Know your roll and keep rolling, 
the moss won't dare grow, 
ask questions- keep asking- 
or you'll never know. 

Volume One

There are volumes 
in my glances, 
and tomes 
in every touch. 
Listen carefully 
as I whisper, 
the history of love 
is written 
on every syllable.

Saturday, July 25, 2015

The Dark and Hollow Places: A Found Poem

The stars spin outside, 
chasing dawn across the sky. 
Clouds have blown in, 
low and pregnant with snow.

Friday, July 24, 2015

Tell Me

Tell me something,
anything,
so that I can see your world 
through a clearer lens.
List off your favorites, sure,
but also tell me how the sand feels 
between your toes
and how your body dances with waves 
long after you are dry.
Tell me how you hate airports 
because they mean goodbye,
and that you have never forgotten 
the smell of your grandmother's house, 
like pancakes and lilacs and jewelry polish.
Tell me something,
anything.
Tell me how you call the dj 22 times 
to win Spice Girl tickets-
and how that still isn't 
the most embarrassing thing you have done.
Tell me how your father never hugged you, 
but that your mother held you too tightly.
Tell me of the nights you spent on the roof, 
wishing for someone else's life.
Tell me something, 
Darling.
Don't for a moment consider your minutiae 
anything less than extraordinary. 
Tell me.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Raspberry Pie

I sing sugar and flour and cinnamon,
My voice, whipped cream in a chopped pecan world;
raspberry pie in a world of knives and ovens.

Shhh...

You are my secret still,
spirited away in shadows of me 
that have not yet seen the sun. 
Someday soon someone will notice
the soft smile in my eyes,
silently fluttering hands.
I sing our song to myself,
knowing that you will sing it too.
Secrets never stay in shadows,
they reach their arms to the sun.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

The Honey Thief

She had held him 
in the arms of her thoughts, 
then took a shower 
and scrubbed the strangeness 
from her skin. 
How big 
could her sadness be 
for something 
she had never known? 
"In another life," 
she thought,
"I'd live off the land with you 
and eat only honey."

Fiend

I am an addict-
Twitching and aching with need.
Love, you are my drug.

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Paraku #11- Sara Bareilles

Just let the words out;
I want to see you be brave.
Say what you want to.

Monday, July 13, 2015

Wonderful

It is no wonder I cannot tell you who I am. 
I am a thousand selves, 
and each one dies 
to make room for the next. 
Each day brings more of me,
and I have not yet seen a day dawn
without a new attribute unearthed.
It is no wonder I cannot tell you who I am,
no-
the wonder is that you have always known.

Dictionary Dreams

Our lives 
are just the abridgment 
of our dreams. 
Keep dreaming, 
my love, 
for there is so much more 
than you yet know.

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Poetry

Whether it is 
the child of overflowing joy 
or the shadow 
that follows a shattered heart, 
poetry looks, 
always, 
like scars. 
A part of my soul, 
distinct and permanent.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Poem

I said, 
"I want to be a poet," 
but 
what I meant was 
"I want to be your poem."

Friday, July 10, 2015

Chief Among These

I dream of feathers and arrows,
a great man whose pride stands him tall.
A pile of sticks cloaked in fire:
inevitably, it will fall.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Peace Be With You

her rage laid waste to angels
and shook the ceiling of heaven,
but when she slept,
she was Peace itself. 

Never Say Forever

Your forever is shorter than my someday,
Your always is less constant than my maybe,
And darling, your never has already come and gone. 

Whaddya Call It

I do not know what they are called-
The silences between each beat of my heart-
But I do know that each one of them 
is filled by your name.
I do not know its name-
The color of the constellations in your eyes-
But I know that it will always 
be my favorite hue.
I do not recognize the landscape,
The hills and valleys that race outside our windows,
But I know that it is all the home 
that I will ever need.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

The Footnote

You will be remembered only 
as a footnote on my eulogy. 
Everything you are is me, 
and I am all you will ever be. 

Beaten Heart

You are my heart, Love
even on days I forget
I still possess one.

Monday, July 6, 2015

I Can See Clearly Now

You were the sunshine,
I was the darkness.
You were my lifeline,
and I was your weakness.
I was the raincloud
to your silver lining,
you were the bricks
and I, ivy vining. 
You were the headline
who just let me open,
you were the first star
who made me keep hoping.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

You &(In) Me

Who are you my darling?
just as crucial: 
who am I? 
What of me's reflected 
in the glimmer of your eye? 
Which dimple hold my secrets, 
which hand might hold my heart? 
Which curl the one 
that gets a tug 
while we are miles apart? 
Which words that tumble forward
are echoes of my own?
What seeds of mine will flower now,
for they have all been sown.
How shall I be remembered,
as your first and greatest love?
I'll be your home forever, sweet,
you fit me like a glove. 

Green Fairies

Our love made storybooks jealous:
the fairies were green with it, dear.
Our song made angels start humming,
it beckoned to all that could hear. 
Our love made the black skies seem starry
and gray skies, the clearest of blue.
Our song made choirs of flowers;
the trees ached to carry our tune.
Our love made castles of shanties, 
made drives through the snow holy quests.
Our song keeps time with my heartbeat-
of all songs, I like it the best.