October 19, 2021

"The most pathetic thing I do

Is play that I hear from you."

~~Emily Dickinson

 

April 1, 2017

From ten until twelve

From today into tomorrow

You're so quiet even SETI 

Gave up monitoring you.

Exploratory somersaults in space.

Is tomorrow silent?

Does that make yesterday noisy?

And what sound does today make?

Sunburn ~ July 26, 2016

Sunburn

 

Summer burns again with flame

Pressing you to find another

Discovering the sun and the shadow

New parallel worlds to walk among

 

Summer burns again with flame

My lover taught me in a dream

To lay still, listen and to learn

New ways in which our hearts could sing

 

Summer burns again with flame

Seeking the sun and the shadow

See how much, learn how much

Both may share a common theme.

April 1, 2015

From Eight Until Ten.  For You.

You stood over me for many years.

Were those years fragments only?

Can you remember?

Maybe you loved me.

Maybe you didn’t.

There was a house that you sold.

There were stories told .

Then there was no house.

And the stories grew old.

There was a beach.

The road ended at the sea.

I  would race to the door.

I was bound to the floor .

I  loved you.

There was a horizon.

It remains.

I remain.

But if you do not remember.

What was there?

Us?

Has our moment gone?

Tell me something.

Tell me anything.

April 1, 2014



 

She sat on the bench and waited.  In limbo.  He sat down next to her.  He said hello like he could fuck her through a wall.  She followed him home.  Driving behind him, she saw that he had his right arm draped over the passenger's seat, in complete control.

 

She playfully tapped him on the face while he lay aside her.  He laughed and said that was cute. Then he held her down and choked her until she apologized and begged him to fuck her again.

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

February 14, 2014

December 21, 2013

 

...and wishes made for another year.