Poetry · Writing

Leon

a crewmate on our last days – “be

less of yourself for anyone and the sea will reclaim you,

our lives on Leon; this boat will change you

so you can survie, we live on our captains words:

where the water bleeds fresh, will live as kings of!

we sailed on Leon for days without rest

collecting fools gold for our nest,

until the sea gave out

reclaimed Leon

like a mother and child

Poetry · Writing

den of 2013

the scoreboard is still up

broken down over the years

it has been awhile

you’ve been hiding

i know you’re still kicking

i can see the fog like breath from your den

i can smell it;

old stained blood eyes

you must be waiting for my back to turn

but i am done with you

i know you will stay

but that was our last bout

this won’t be about

you anymore

Poetry · Writing

haunted love

where did you go;

the days creek by

following whispers of ghost

sheer cold keeps me still-

yield.

they’ll follow me-

they’ll follow me ’till

i become them

until that day,

i’d like to spend them with you,

the last swish of quill

before the creeks settle in

tomorrow night i’ll be back

with the brief moments of silence

waiting