You’d’ve thought the sand was on fire if you caught sight of the Bucket Brigade running to the ocean for water and hauling it back up the beach two-fisted, a bucket in each hand. Trip after trip, the two girls labored so earnestly I was compelled to seek the impetus of their efforts… ah, a …
Always jitteryAlways hurryingAlways hurtingAlways night Sick or woundedDisorientedAlways urgentAlways night Damp and coldShoved alongAlways strugglingAlways night Always blackAlways skewedAlways anxiousAlways night Drowning in the darkGrasping at patches of greySensing consciousnessAlways night When the dream comes
I can’t stop watchingthis precious humanloud and tough andbeautiful to understand Let this take me down You make meshook obsessed mesmerizedYour torment is hypnotic geniusdissolving me, cleansing my soul Let this take me down liquid talent dripping off your browlike you’ve been to the crossroadsbut stayed true through the change I am baptized in the …
The breeze speaks, and the trees rustle their leaves like butterflies alighting on wildflowers Her light voice plays gently in the grass, whispering along at my feetmaking her presence known through her light touch on my skin, twirling up, tousling my hair Flowers bob as if bowing as she passes, acknowledging her playful dignity Then …
Flickering candlelightglancing off raindropsshifting shadows offering glimpsesof the familiar roommade foreignby the plunge of darkness
There’s this dusty sunshine in my attic. It is soft around the edges and has a worn, warm look about it. I feel the world slow its turning to match the graceful pirouette of what looks like a cloud of memories gently glinting and turning in the shaft of light. Memories. Long shadows drawn across …
I remember the girls of my summersas if she were held together with butterfly glue,the one who taught me that sandy beaches make salty kissesThe one that ran like wild horsesin the hard packed sandat the edge of the surfuntil I staggered to a haltheart fluttering against my chest like a scared caged birdhands on …
That momentwhen the bell ringsand you’re freeso for the first time since morningI have the sun on my backand my feet on the groundwhen the purr of an engineturns my eyes and my mind skywardcatching the tail of atiny silver bird dragging my focusbehind it like a balloon on a stringas it lumbers away from …
I walk in my winter wood at duskAs the sun gathers up its last rays of the dayLeaving the warm air heavy with mistLong tendrils curling up from the earthAnd winding through the trees,Climbing toward the newly darkened skySpreading through limbs and across pathsDulling the moonlight to grey where it lands around meSilver light glancing …
The crowd pressing together like flower petals lodged in a closing book long impatient lines filled with anticipation writhe across the slow-moving traffic air thick with caramel smell, leaving your skin as sticky as a cotton candy bath fresh-squeezed lemonade running down your throat and down your back as the thickly-woven throng jostles its way …