Poetry (Audio)

Published Poetry



Puddle


(originally published in Particle Magazine, Autumn 2015, 

University of Nottingham)

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, 
University of Nottingham)


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 2018

In memoriam of the siblings I never knew

She   creaks
like   an
old woman,
pressure
shifting on
her antique bones
as she stoops forward
                        sits back
and rises on her legs,
joints      popping.

Would that I may be so loved
        should age settle in
           like a silk layer
                of dust,
           like the sand
  sinking in an hourglass.

She first changed her dress
when I was but a child, still
playing hide and seek behind her bosom—
later my mother lost
            my sibling—
                        who
            would she or he
have been?
Now I sit and turn the pages
o’er and o’er while the fireplace
                        sweeps up
the forgotten summer days.





Readers Choice Poem

Best Imagery


Have you ever seen a flowerfall?
The way the petal spills down the rocks,
a bouquet of white and purple icicles.

The cherry blossoms unfold like origami—
one day baby buds, the next busty blooms,
then their color drips away like waterlogged paper.

The sky’s painted blue; somebody forgot
to erase the smudges of white and with one stroke
a blur of purple-gray thunder shatters the illusion.

Not even the ground is still—
she crawls with ants, writhes with worms,
cracks from the dry days all too firm.

The tomcat stands petrified in the field;
the hawk swoops down; the dog bites dirt
as the mice wait for the rain to come down.

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More 2018 Poetry


Silent Words (January)
Early Spring (April)
Biking to Work (August)
Waking Up (September)
Autumn (October)
Goodbye Again (November)
Pine Trees (December)

2017 Poetry


In Season (February)
Cathedral (June)
Pile of Words (July)
Dandelion Seeds (August)
Magpie (September)
Ether (October)
Lost as a Leaf (November)
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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