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Puddle


(originally published in Particle Magazine, Autumn 2015)

Raging. Fear. Gray.
Some call it dreary or drab
despite the grab, the pull of the roots,
but it is your story,
your May Day,
your birth.

Pit-pat. Thrush. Gush.
Youth finds you growing,
stretching your arms and fingertips
to reach a new sidewalk,
a new grass line,
a new curb.

Billow. Wisp. Sigh.
Retreat your Mother Sky,
and hopes rise.
Face reflecting people walk,
buses splash,
canines trot.

Still. Sun. Heat.
Father Time cups your soul
in his hands
You’re shrinking,
he’s drinking.

The sidewalk is dry.

You are but a memory
that reflected
the way we held hands.

Once. 



Small Talk 


(originally published in Particle Magazine, Spring 2016)

Nobody wants to bare their heart—a whitewashed wall,
on which hang the faded memories of yesterday and the grand sketches of tomorrow
—not when it shows the dirty fingerprints of children,
the crumbling drywall from the fight, or the blood droplets from last Tuesday.
Even the loved are not safe from the cobwebs of time or the settling of dust on a lonely soul.
Society saunters in, sporting a suit and carrying a pail of touchup paint.
When she asks, “How are you?”, I follow protocol, dipping my brush
in the pail of cheery, yellow lies, dabble it over the latest spot of mold
and smile, saying, “I’m doing well. How are you?” 



Heartbeat


(originally published on Spillwords)

she’s the reminder that I need fresh air—
kiss of sharp needles, stabbing my feet as
they plunge in this icy green lakeside shore from
liquefied glaciers where old trunks sank and
stick up like a cross-stitch quilt; when you ask
me to listen, rest my head atop your  
chest, please don’t ask me to relax, for still I
feel the avalanche, lifeblood of this sphere with its
veins of ash and fire pulsing to drumbeats
in the deep; she first stole my breath like a
pickpocket, making me double-check my
back. I can’t grasp hold of fear when it is
keeping me alive. this earth is my home—
my heart core in that cavern you call my
chest—I’ll hold my breath, dreading the next earth-
quake, because it’s more than shivers running up
my backside, making my hair stand on end;
it’s a reminder that this, my wild heart,
is only one organ in our world of
orchestras, setting the march with drums now





Most Read Poem of 2017


I’m buried under
            a pile of words…
Nothing but these words
                                    Words
                                                Words

Words of yesterday,
words of tomorrow,
ones of happiness,
ones of sorrow.

I cannot feel
            the tips
of my fingers
            under this mountain…

I’ve used up my word quota
            and
                        all
                                    that
                        is
            left
is this…


            nothingness





Readers Choice Poems

Dandelion Seeds


Books are strewn from floor-to-floor,
collected in corners and atop coffee tables
scattered from the shelves and minds
from across the world,
like seeds scattered in the wind.

Light reads blow away—dancing as they go—
to find another home, but the occasional book
that makes one stop, and think,
and breathe in the scent of the earth,
the damp air foretelling rain,
that pages of this life—
these books take root
in the otherwise hardened patio of the mind. 



Lost as a Leaf


Lost as a leaf in the rivulet
scattered from schools of branches—
first sprung from seeds of imagination,
then grown in the hills of the mind
until creativity drifts down
                        down
            down
down to the stream,
caught in the current
spun round in the whirlpool,
in the gorge while the rest of the leaves
pass by—
in shades of orange,
in lights of gray—
from dust to dust,
lest you take hold,
shall fade away. 



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More 2017 Poetry


In Season (February)
Cathedral (June)
Magpie (September)
Ether (October)
Snowfell (December)

2016 Poetry


Flour (January)
Starlight (February)
Riptide (March)
Backspace (April)
Seat D30 (June)
The Muse (August)
Bury Me (October) 
Shadows (November)

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