Restless Nightmares

For the final One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry, and the grand opening of the dVerse Poets Pub, I would like to bring back a classic – the poem with which I introduced myself at the first One Shot Wednesday, in July last year, when One Stop was still just a glitter and a [...]

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One Winter Morning

She woke before me, straining her brush through aurora strands, smiling at the pale gown reflected in the blue-green mirror.   When she stretches, pink melon breasts exposed at the nipple collect prism dew, drowning in the throb of rehydrated crystal needles.   The vapors of her perfume are scentless, senselessly caressing the rivers of [...]

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By the Sea

It’s been a while, and a long weekend to boot. In sum: got some sun, traipsed some beaches, wondered and waxed philosophic and photographic somewhere between the trees and the waves, and tasted of the delicious sensation known as BBQ. It was a long weekend, but a good one, and I can honestly say it [...]

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A Gambol Song

Beneath our hungry shore between life and grass more skin blossoms. Leap off moon– man is wild, a gambol song. * My latest submission for the great gathering of international poets known as One Shot Wednesday. Short but sweet, and more than little cooky to more than a few of you, I’m sure, I give [...]

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Solstice Tanka

I wanted something suitably nature-oriented for this special One Shot Wednesday – since the party begins on Tuesday, after all, and this Tuesday is the summer solstice, the longest and (hopefully) most beautiful of days. My inspiration seemed cut off by grey clouds this morning, sadly, but with the afternoon there seems to have come [...]

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When there is nothing

Before abyss come the clock-tower. The little boy by midnight asks— her look, lost in the candlelight— the nature of empty books lain dormant, the moonless night above a bridge when there is nothing left to lose— in sedimentary smiles she sighs: when there is nothing there is love.

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Sundress Summers

Barefoot, Sundress summers Bloomed in yellow visions With the milky drink of your lips— Child love. My latest submission for the gathering that is One Shot Wednesday. Returning this week to a style that’s been an old favorite of mine – the cinquain – for the purposes of capturing that summer swell. Lord knows we’ve [...]

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Crutch

No dream may suffice in lieu of waking glances. Still life holds love destitute, such that dreams become vision, the lie on which heart relies. * Oh I do so loathe my stomach, at times, for all its troubles. Forgive this poet’s absence this evening. The above is my submission for One Stop Poetry, and [...]

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Death of a Muse

Tender touches twilight now when you would walk through moon beams silver youth, in my mind, your long-tossed hair that fleeting glimpse unworthy hands would never know. A dream-wrought kiss for all sensation’s cheer— a note to set the pen to dance beneath your light. What is your name? Reality, but a longing and a [...]

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Melodious Treason

Such is melodious treason, foulest madness; you thought that you could break my heart– too late.

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