Jan 10, 2012

Ode to Leonard

leonard's voice
crawls down my spine
like a deep growl
joyful despairing
poetry like gravel
on an old dirt road
or a city alley
by the river


Jan 7, 2012

Cold breaths

cold icy breaths
truth serum
sand shifting
moody words
no calming breezes
to ebb the flow of
feelings unfettered
raw ingredients remain

Elasticity of time

elasticity of time
photos in courtyards
in europe with a tiny waist
three little happy bird faces
can smell the sea in one
can hear the bells in another
can let go of the sad undertones
celebrate the pureness of memories
feel them again and again