Category: Poetry

Poetry · Writing

for hard enough

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deep below the surface

past the dirt

the roots

below the unseen life

rests a weary, enchanted mole.

–

the child snickers from underneath her

covers:

“a mole? with magic?”

–

“what’s so unbelievable about that?”

meeting her dark, hidden gaze

–

she erupts from her burrow-

the covers act her cloak-

“well, how come no one’s seen it?”

her hands curl into whiskers.

–

“maybe we have,”

the child’s face melts into a waiting palm,

weariness in, wonder out,

–

“maybe we have,

and we weren’t looking for

hard enough.”

Poetry · Writing

field study for an arsonist

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“would you burn this all down, to save her?”

his open palm gestured behind him

highlighting a mostly vacant parking lot

convenience store with a couple of loiterers

water-damaged apartment complex with towels hanging from railings

kids playing make-believe

a couple- a couple maybe returning from a lively first date

snickering and whispering, a future alive in their clasped hands

and a homeless man.

–

I would.

Poetry · Writing

fixative

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i only shot photos

in black & white

color escapes my canvas;

stellar collapsed bridges

leading to sinking cites

hills brushed by a gray breeze

& dying trees.

until-

a night at the Exchange

monochrome strobe

smoke & rays

then you;

silky cardinal dress,

polished amber hair,

eyes sleepy royal, brighter than the moon.

now in my darkroom’s ruby glow,

your colors bloom, a permanent print

the hills await a hinted tint,

the grayscale world begins to show

a spectrum lurking, longing within

i see them now, i see them now-

your cardinal, amber, royal light

exposing all my endless nights.

Poetry · Writing

ebb

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he watched the sunset;

waves crashed against the unaware pier

clouds parted around the waning crescent

drowned sand reached for his pockets like a mugger.

he watched the sunrise;

the waves carried him out-

seagulls called to the morning fishermen

salt and litter crawled around his ears

waves crashed against the unaware pier

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open balcony

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day of our showcase

pants hemmed the night before

shirt pressed the night before

day of our showcase

up bright and early;

birds chirped a fresh melody-

a duet-

can’t deny their chemistry-

Juliet.

night of our showcase

must have gotten lost the morning of

changed your mind the morning of

night of our showcase

down, late and groggy;

the foggy night swings-

memory of a duet-

marionette’s heartstrings-

where have you gone, juliet.