Rendezvous You’re an angel at the party hosting effortlessly in the zone I am selfish and I am greedy Let’s find a place to be alone In the quiet hours of morning When throngs have all gone home Will you whisper in my ear Let’s find a place to be alone I […]
Finding Knees Beauty and kindness an intoxicating ring, helpless to do anything leaning in to hear the song of the muse with my hands upon my knees Your flesh on fire, throwing clothes, dancing naked with desire, my mouth against your belly on my knees After all the heat was spent, we
Not Forgotten occupying this familiar bench backpack of notebooks and pens writing down the love and loss passion reshapes a loner’s history backpack of notebooks and pens ready like an archer’s quill passion reshapes a loner’s history soft kisses on a summer night ready like an archer’s quill words erase and time
God Save the Queen born American in Buffalo at the age of one taken to Canada crossing the border like a criminal in plain sight those days Canada belonged to the Queen my mother ran away from her marriage I was baggage she left me with her parents “sorry I can’t do this
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Cafe balanced on red cushioned barstool facing homemade tomato soup hiding behind the lacquered wooden bar notebook, a glass of water and writer’s block spoon is full of hope at the boulevard cafe warped and faded brown leather guitar case bearing a history of stickers bands no one has heard of adjusting the
Remembering the anniversary of my Grandmother’s passing with this sonnet from my book “Late Model”. Wire Shopping Cart Grandma’s house-paint gray wire cart trails her down St. Clair street, kerchiefed neighbors say hello as she moves from store to store. Bargaining with first name merchants she visits the same time once a week
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In Memory OF… I forgot to light a candle remembering how hard we hustled threw money at chaos sweat and tears we were both banished from the beautiful people found a bottom walking separately east and north packed synchronicity pieces of disease in a bag you healed your broken body with a working dance
Counting Days greetings stamped labeled posted phone calls fielded and wished away viewing movies love’s lost and found eggnog too thick too sweet too good phone calls fielded and wished away telepathic contact raises silent ghosts eggnog too thick too sweet too good empty chocolate wrappers fill the void telepathic contact
My Love have you forgotten me in the dust of time grey and wrinkles chill the memory that sparks from deteriorating photos once we laughed naked spooned intimacy at midnight silent human endearment world of past and future light years away distant heart music yearning to touch once again long slow passion with
October’s Poem faker scrounges up a cowboy outfit escapes boys descend on the three-block march dividing up Autumn’s decorated terrain for a night of treasures golden leaves kicked airborne by frantic feet heading door to door with talk of bicycles and Saturday matinees smiling pumpkins with candles map the way there is a delight