Half a year done! Poetry from Jan-June 2025
January 2025
February 2025
March 2025
April 2025
May 2025
June 2025
June 2025
Give Life
June 30, 2025
Language is a tool
that I can paint you
into the minds
of the reader
or listener
and have
you live
again
Warhol Sleeps
for my cat
June 29, 2025
Snow drifted in spots
and laid out on my sofa
with the disinterested passion
of a blanket
you are in the category of
brother
sister
ocean water
and rain air
You sleep
as I wake
Alarm
June 28, 2025
Sometimes I wake up
and there is silence
No traffic sounds
No bird sounds
No lover whispering
No house sounds
It's like I wake up in
absolute peace
Then the radio alarm
blares the news to life
like a riffle shot
through my ear
Morning clocks
June 27, 2025
10 o'clock's
empty cup
in the sink
abandoned
last night
remains until
morning's wake-up call
comes through the clocks
and we renew ourselves once more
Cheap Wine
June 26, 2025
You said you would empty
the whole of the city's skyline
into a glass and drink it
until you threw up
I pictured splintered wood
and concrete spewing from you
like a volcano of landscape-vomit
Veins of wires that lost their power
become like hairballs trapped
in your throat
This city is like cheap wine
that tastes so bad
but it does the job of
getting you drunk
and dreading the hangover
This Morning's Heatwave
June 25, 2025
The stars are too hot to touch
and the buildings could crumble
under the heavy air
hot as coal
Us citizens are terribly awake
swept away by this heatwave
A Poem Half Done
June 24, 2025
If I could tell you
one thing
it would be about
the half of a poem
that lies on the floor
about you
empty of it's muse
retires to my notebook
shelf to catch drifts
of dust and bleach
in the sunlight
There Beside You
June 23, 2025
There beside you
I hear you pray
all night for
salvation
There beside you
I watch you
climb the city's stairs
to the sun
There beside you
you talk of the children
who draws with chalk
on nighttime sidewalks
There beside you
I couldn't live
inside chalk drawn
prayers or empty stair
The Photograph
June 22, 2025
I think we were more arranged
in the mirror of the lens
when the sun raged
and burned the ground
under our feet like
a concrete coal
long and flat
we walked upon
I closed the door
to your car and wished you
a safe trip back
I didn't look back
as you drove your
soft body home
scented like the
salt air
He Found His Freedom
June 21, 2025
He would be lost in thought
looking down at his hands
wondering how they got
so old looking
He would rewind the song
Blueberry Hill over and over
most of the night
I can see the tape reel
moving through the
amber of his glass
I am amazed the tape
never warped
He lives on
inside it now
June 20, 2025
Fog horn cries out
this early morning
thick fog like a big
reclining ghost
sleeping over the city
I count on my fingers
to work out the equation
of how to turn this paper
into gold
It didn't work
I will have to settle
for bronze
Night Travel
June 19, 2025
I wonder what film you dream
all royal blue hues crimson and gold
a smile on your lips in sleep
you are miles away
mind travelling down night roads
I lay my head down
in the forest of your chest
Sandalwood and cinnamon scented
I hear the drum of the pulsing heart
Beneath the surface
forest heart and root veins
I lay there
wanting to join the dream
but I'm locked out of the cinema
now the film started
So I dream my own
as we both travel together
miles apart down
separate night roads
Questions
June 18, 2025
I don't know what it is
I am looking for
when my fingers move
up your jawline
A story maybe?
A prophecy perhaps?
Or is a kiss just a kiss
with no need to keep
time bottled up?
Downstream
June 17, 2025
God did not send us a sign
We had to make it ourselves
Parts of our bodies grew raw
in the sunlight
hitching a ride out of here
to a place where the fish
colour the water silver
with their backs wet
reflecting the sunlight
We moved downstream with them
to where the shade is
so we all wouldn't burn up
Early Morning Poem
June 16, 2025
In the darkness of
early morning
before the world
starts moving
is the point in time
where the air seems
clean and clear
and your ears can
breathe in
meditative silence
For S.T On A Rainy Night
June 15, 2025
I remembered that night
the deep beauty of the
forest green leaves' burden
under the weight of
hard rainfall
I look up at you
like a child whose eyes
are replaced with emeralds
to see through them
tranquility within
and without
Thank you for that
Mr. No Name
June 14, 2025
So it came down to
lost time
an empty bank account
Loneliness and
shattered mirror
10 years bad luck
The streets lost your
phone number
and your shotgun bride
slapped your face before
she walked out
You know you had a name once
Maybe you lost it
at the bottom
of a bottle somewhere
(Untitled)
June 13, 2025
What you want and what you need
are not what you breathe or bleed
Necessity isn't always convenient
when desire falls through a vent
sliced up and cut up again
flushed down the drain
Prison Break
June 12, 2025
When love becomes ownership
and the bed gathers frost
and she finds the key out of
the iron slave collar on her finger
She will find the place to meet
the midnight train
hop its rails
and leave you like
a phantom who never existed
He's The Kind Of Lover
June 11, 2025
He has the kind of eyes that can put a rope
around your neck
A love that could squeeze around you
so tight each breath you take
His mouth could drown you
like a blocked gutter
in torrential rainfall
that you fall into
Jeanie's Old Apartment
June 10, 2025
There was nothing left in the old apartment
after it was cleaned out.
Everything that made your apartment so cozy
and personalized was gone, like you never
lived here. You passed from this life
and now it was like you were never here at all.
The way the sun poured through the spout of the window
and arched itself on the floor, resting its back against the
opposite living room wall, kind of made me smile from
the front hallway before I was leaving.
This is how you saw this place 30 years ago, and I
can see how you chose it to be your home all these years.
The arch of the entrance to the little corridor
leading into the bathroom and bedroom.
The walled mirror over your record player
where you must have checked your hair
before going out.
The ground level vision you had of the backyard flowers
As I still think on your old apartment, and you today,
what I wouldn't give to live there.
To give up my house to have the chance to wake up
this morning and drink my morning coffee at your table
as the sun starts to rise over the other side of the building
making it's way across your living room floor.
To Crave And Fear Sunlight
June 9, 2025
This city groans under its own burden of cement
and graffiti war buildings
smashed out bus shelters and
swearing children drunk on glue
and artificial strawberry candy
I dream of escaping
like a prisoner who sees
their chance to run
Do I take it?
Am I able to live on the outside
or return to my cage
like a lab animal who is frightened
by whatever the sun is?
Contactless
June 8, 2025
We move in unison
yet never touch
but we have developed
a new way to caress
with your spirit's arms
embracing me as I
lay my head on your chest
softly and as absent as a ghost
They Never Catch Me
June 7, 2025
You do your best with what you know.
Street smarts get you further along here
where the pavement cracks, and the braille of
graffiti splashes over buildings,
where wolves in human clothing
count their money as they eye you up as prey.
They don't realize it
but you know how to run.
Run little sparrow!
They may have clipped your wings,
but you know how to run like hell.
You never get caught.
Halting Time
June 6, 2025
Far from
the busy world
I sit against a tree
with a coffee
and let the world
rush around me
in swirls
of harbour fog
Connection
June 5, 2025
You were born in the month
when ice silences
and I when dust heat blinds
fire and ice
no wonder we connect
like we do
Luna Awakens
June 4, 2025
The field took me into it's sisterhood
and held me all night
as I wept from joy in her arms
She took my body and spun me
from my spool
made me a lover
under the moon
Memento
June 3, 2025
The memories of you
are vaulted in a long ago room
mildewed and gray
empty and worn
remembered only by a
memento of a Polaroid
of what it once was
when it was alive
Seeking Gold
June 2, 2025
The formula for gold
is hopeless with my knowledge
I awaken him with
and angry kiss
envious he's known
the right formula
all the long
So I use his body
to bargain with
air and clay
Make me golden
through his alchemy
Shadow Junkie
June 1, 2025
He would inject shadows
which covered up his face
until he had no face to
show the world
It was erased
Emptied out
with no way
for people to know
who he was before
Go back to the top of the page.
May 2025
In between Silences In Song And Breath
May 31, 2025
This is that moment between
song and breath of little birds
that spot of silence
I slip into
That point of nothingness
and breath pausing to exhale
that I breathe for it's little feathered lungs
saving both it's and my life
The River
May 30, 2025
The river rushing over large round stones like
skull tops being polished smooth
just below the water's surface
shinning in sun under a rippling film
I'm Here
May 29, 2025
Who am I?
In these words.
Where am I?
Sitting between these lines
waiting for you.
Our Cups
May 28, 2025
Let's speak together
about what's to come
empty as it seems
we can fill it
with something
new
Evaporate
May 27, 2025
Lay here with me
before anything happens
and the light of morning
evaporates us into the sky
Rain down on me
Cool my fevered moon skin
and quench my tongue
then burn me back up again
You take and give
I gift and receive
before evaporation
Photographs
May 26, 2025
The photograph in the album shows that they loved eachother once.
They made love on the kitchen floor, and now
passion fades in the background of the home where photo albums are,
closed at the bottom of no longer opened drawers,
like a love story that lost all its words.
Downtown Dona
May 25, 2025
Tulips with mouths agape
like fish gasping at the air
desperate for the sea.
Cat loafs lazily in the sun.
She tells me about how
her ex-husband spoke in tongues
and died from a rattlesnake bite.
Her mind flies away
like a kite that lost its grip
to float high into the sky
until it crashes down
miles and miles from here.
Shadow Puppets
May 24, 2025
Window light performances
flicker shadows moving
against screens
Containing shadow puppetry plays
while you are the spectator
waiting for your traffic light
to turn green
To Kiss A Madman
May 23, 2025
You would collect rain water to drink
You told me it was as pure as God's tears
and you cast runes that always told you
the same things.
I got to kiss your wine and rain lips
the night lightening electrified the sky
and you thought it to be an omen
to never kiss me again.
You went mute to the city,
bled on your crosses,
and scraped your throat raw
with incantations of a rebirth
that never happened.
Eva
May 22, 2025
The grass is too sharp
for your feet
and your soul too
much like a galloping horse
who runs through an island
of perpetual night
white glowing mane
against pure shadow
with the rhinestones
of heaven above you
Street Kid Dreams
May 21, 2025
I will sleep tonight
under a bridge that
echoes the rainfall
curled up in a rusted bracket
like a little bird
so no wolves can see me
The smell of wet
rust and concrete
makes me think of
your neck that I wish
I could hide my face into
I Can't Write A Poem
May 20, 2025
Today I had forgotten that
I was chosen to write
you a poem
But I can't write you one
I'm too lost in a forest of words
that fall like rain
from your mouth
And I was mesmerized
by your lip movements
and wanted to drink those words
from your lips and experience
their secret taste
Soft as velvet
and smooth as wine
I fell under your wave
and got swept up
So you see I'm too far lost
inside of forests and oceans
to write you a poem
Poetry Scratched
May 19, 2025
When he is soul-breath close
and the sky over us is ocean rusted
and torn in spots
I promised myself to love him carefully
but I let myself down and fell
into his embrace like a lost child
I taught him a new language
to use in his stories
that he writes down and hides
in origami paper placed between
rotting stumps of trees
and fresh grown flowers
and my window glass
scratched with poetry
Sunlight Cat
May 18, 2025
Sunlight cat claws music note bars
to sting the notes of life upon
Empty air
Open air
becoming filler for lungs to life
Life is music
Life is also silence
and everything in between
is you and me
For Mony
May 17, 2025
We don't talk often
but when we do
it's like the time passing
never happened.
We know each other that well.
Dear friend,
you are my sword
and my flower forever.
Leaving The Bill
May 16, 2025
There is no one
who can dance
on the top
of a memory
like you,
and escape
out of the back
of the café door
of my mind
like you after
not paying.
Mornings Like This
May 15, 2025
The street outside the window
groans with awakening cars
The electrical hum and
awakening birdsong to the air
between their absences
fills the silence
The open window's breath in my face
The salt water cologne at the
heart note to everything
It is mornings like this that
makes me dream when
I'm awake
Dreams Drip
May 14, 2025
Sometimes I get too ahead of myself
and perch my dreams on your lips
before nighttime brings
R.E.Mmmmmm
what I wouldn't give to taste
that dream on your lips
tasting of wine and honey
and to have my name drip from your mouth
when evenings are splashing
red and violet paint everywhere
to blanket us before the moon
takes up its night shift
Returning Home
May 13, 2025
When he came home
after he lost his legs
he lost his will with them
He sat at the table drinking
as the sun's movements across the sky
used him as a sundial
for others around him to keep time by
as they lived out their lives
while his stopped
Who Is It?
May 12, 2025
Far into the distance
where eyes can't see
walks you and I
The warmth
of your body flushes
the cold from me
It is hard to see
at such a distance
Time can't be counted
for accuracy
or even if I walk
with you at all
as distance distorts
but I hope
it's you
The Kiss
May 11, 2025
I kissed you
the way a memory
kisses the mind
soft and hazy
like an old
camera
Twinkle Twinkle
May 10, 2025
I'm seeing you twinkle
Little Star
You are so high
you can't come down
to earth.
It's only a matter of time,
one day you will,
and crash into the earth
so hard you see stars.
You will shatter upon impact
turning to glitter dust.
The wind will blow
scattering and vanishing you
as if you never existed.
So, my advice to you -
Little Star,
is to twinkle gently
and lightly
fall back to earth
so we can enjoy your shine.
782
May 9, 2025
You have awaken now
You have grown restless
in your dreams
The incense of a fire
in the city
seasons your morning
I was not in your dream
I am in the veins of wires
Give me a call
Hello
May 8, 2025
I dial the number and connect the line.
"Hello?
How are you?
Are you tired?
I am.
I just called
to create a bridge
to you with wires,
that interlace all the way to you.
Your voice shivers pleasantly
through me like ice silver
on hot skin.
It touches me when you can't.
Anyway, I should go no.
Goodbye."
The phone slides into the cupped hand of the receiver,
caressing its face like a lover saying goodbye with a kiss.
Foggy Morning Painting
May 7, 2025
The trees along the shore
lick their tongues against the fog
their hair hanging wet and dark green
against the gray sky
May 6, 2025 (No writing piece because of a sick day)
Leaving Home
May 5, 2025
Flush circling spiral
little water cyclone leaving
the house as quickly determined
in a teen girl's mind that is set
running away into the night
like water leaving a sink
I wish you never left
for the sewer
Laying In Rivers
May 4, 2025
Water behind lowered eyelids
I have spent time beside rivers
I know your river
I've laid in its bed
beside a man
fish scaled
and silent
Friday Night In The Rain
May 3, 2025
Siren distant wails cutting through city night air
that was laced with the smells of take-out and diesel
with shakes of rain beginning like foot drops on concrete
Full stop sign heed and look around
there's a sound happening at the corner club
Free Jazz heavy breathing until screaming
spilling out of the doors into the street's light identifiers.
Fist fight in full flight until out of sight
when the red and blue flash siren stops
Run
Everyone runs in the night on this street
time and feet
sheet rain now
I kiss you to taste your mouth with rain quench
drenching both of us.
For S.T
May 2, 2025
People like you are meant
to be depicted in stain glass
or a painting in some old cathedral
in some beautiful divine holy land
where goats come to graze outside
and humans burn incense and offer prayers
at your glance
I am no such an artist
to create such a dedication
nor am I such a poet to have enough
of a way with words to write prose
Yeats-style to you
This is all I have
so I hope it can do justice
in its own simple little way
In The Garden
May 1, 2025
Two statues
grayed and rust coloured
from weather
caged in vines
linked together
in a silent bronze embrace
in an unkept garden
as the earth noisily moves
around them
April 2025
Night Song
April 30, 2025
It is hard to know
how fast you can go
when the road's
conveyor belt
spins us on
far past the light
spilling out of the
rectangle homes
and the beacon
of the moon is gone
I think on your song
to guide me
knowing then
I'll be alright
and I will be
where I need to be
when it plays the last note
Night Kite
April 29, 2025
Yeah
I know what
you are like
when you hover
above us
like a kite
flying at
night
Hello!
Yeah you
up there!
I miss you
down
here
Cracks That Hold
April 28, 2025
It's so empty
that bowl
that sits at the
kitchen window
with its celestial
patterns and
the crack down the side
that tries to hold it all in
Your soul heat is like
skin baking during
a winter vacation
ignoring the fact
there's ice around you
You open brighter than
a super nova burst of gold
and floods this room
Never fizzle out and disintegrate
into the maritime fog
that drunkenly crawls
on its hands and knees
over black rocks to rest against
street lights until they start to
crack apart like your bowl
when the sunlight breaks the sky
Harbour's Children
April 27, 2025
Yesterday's children played
inside the sun
Their mother
was a pressed flower inside
of dictionaries
and their father
was a harbour boat who never
came to dock
The sun spit raindrops in
their toy pails
and there was light from my body
like a sun bulb so bright
wanting to nurture them all
into light
Elections
April 26, 2025
We hold our breath and hope
for the best outcome for
whoever sits in the chair
for them to do right
by us all
and if not
and they do what you fear most
I hope we have the heart
to fight out of hunger
and desperation
to get it back
Self Reflecting
April 25, 2025
She lives by the advice
of tarot
and stitches the rocks
along the water line
She knows how to survive
in pictures
and takes flight
into the night
until she camouflages
into it on crow's wings
She reversed mirrors
to reflect that she will
never love you again
because she loves me more
Speechless
April 24, 2025
Hold me close
because it is damp outside
slithering in through the window.
Drink the words from my lips
so I have said everything
I need to say, so I lay
speechless beside you,
when the moon leaks through
the window throwing herself
over the chair in the corner.
3am Streets
April 23, 2025
We held onto Blowers street
like a knife cut into the night
Spilling over with coffee and wine
we wrote our stories in every café
and I kissed you as if you were Blowers street
and my mouth was a car
and I would ride you all the way down
Barrington and turn
when the street was as empty as 3 am is
and I walked lonely and drunk down Grafton
change over and pray to god for a taxi
before the rain comes
The Hitchhiker
April 22, 2025
He was as thin as a highway
and as empty as a car crash
Sell me your love
and I'll give you
a child souvenir
I emptied my
passenger seat of him
like he was an empty
24 hour coffee cup
and drove away
past the city limits
until my backlights
were just a red star
against the black sky
And he was just a man
whose shadow was eaten
by the asphalt
and hitched rides
with other strangers
Snap Shots
April 21, 2025
So much to do
and so little time
to do it
Water drips
from the roof
tapping out the
poverty beat
of your hand that
my hand is empty of
Memories splash against
the dome of my skull
breaking apart into
fluttering nostalgia
of 16mp photos
of you against the sunset
and at your old apartment
you splashed on the sofa
like a throw blanket
with a sunbeam in the eye
This Is An I.O.U
April 20
Take this as an I.O.U
until we meet for coffee
at some café
where only you and I
are the only patrons
I then will open my notebook
and write a poem for you
to which I would pull
it from its spine
and give it to you
as the barista is
looking out of the window
to a rain wet street
longing to find love and money
Direction
April 19, 2025
In the boardroom of fieldsI was aimlessly walking
You met me on the road and loved the
romanticism of my nomad lost soul
I wasn't a lost gypsy girl
I knew where I was going
all the long
If You Ever Sleep Walk
April 18
I regret that I wasn't the one
to fall in love with you first
to have been the woman who
would empty your mouth of kisses
to have you experience the
bohemia of my body
If love grows old
and you sleep in a frozen tomb
sleep walk to my door
my arms will melt your frost
and awaken your heart's spring time
the connection of our 4w5 wavelengths
could ignite this city with inspirations
my words to your song
you and I entwined
80's Kids
for D.J
April 17, 2025
Ice cream sherbet Pac-Man gum ball clear glitter sandals
and chocolate plastic smells.
You told me that throwing a ball over the apartment building
was something we could achieve this summer
as we cheered each other on.
We counted cars that drove by from where we perched on the grass,
saying which we would own,
and you were making yourself burp
from drinking out of the apartment garden tap for a laugh,
while we shot bullets at the sun, trying to knock it out of the sky.
80s kids can't stay kids forever.
They dissolve with the decade
like polaroid film faded by the sun and time.
Two Questions
April 16, 2025
Will this get to you
when the night chills
and you are an exile?
Would I be next in line
to breathe the incense of you
and hear the beat of the earth
in your chest,
as I lay my head down
to sleep?
Thank You
For Bolton
April 15, 2025
Remember when I said I would try?
I did, thanks to you.
The mud dried and crumbled
revealing gold,
and that's all thanks to you.
Survivor
(Dedicated to all residential school survivors like my Grandmother)
April 14, 2025
You never said much about your childhood.
When I asked, you would say,
"Oh...
it was
fine."
When I was little I would eagerly call
to tell you how my first day of school went.
I would ask you if you liked school, and
if you were nervous your first day.
"Oh....
it was
fine.
I was very very nervous."
I would laugh thinking of how you hunted with the men,
and how you would dance
in front of your whole community at powwows.
"I thought you were never afraid of anything grandma!"
If I had only known then what I learned much later.
Hungry Air
April 13, 2025
There is an argument of hunger in the air
with a base note of spring drying lilac.
The street's metalic ants walk on,
perhaps ignoring or out of pure ignorance,
failing to acknowledge the air around them
or us.
I turn to you in the hungry lilac essance,
share your air and unlock your secret eyes' water
and say:
"I know how you feel friend."
Your Arrival
April 12, 2025
Don't you know what happens
when all that comes from the throat
of a song bird is silence?
Don't you know how it feels
when somebody turns the lights off
on every city street?
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Only after you arrive
we all found out that
your flight ticket was void.
Flooded
April 11, 2025
Open
Sky
Sigh
Backwards
Words
Flip
Dimes
Loss
Toss
Coin
Lost
Bet
Roll
Die
Twice
Groyne
Gone
Flooding
The cost of living today
Fire To Paper
April 10, 2025
Sensual and strong
like silk and steel
muscle to satin
iron to velvet
your fire lips
to my paper lips
my word is caught in the inferno
You have the power to make a woman travel
to unknown lands where she don't speak the language
to relearn words
to bring back these new words to you
to describe the love and lust that binds her
Guiding Words
April 9, 2025
Unlocking the ornamental box in my throat
I pull out a series of words and speak them to the air,
so that maybe they will reach your ear somewhere
as you walk down a street on the other side
of a breathing swimming landscape
thinking you heard me speak, but assume
it was the wind through the trees or
the rustle of animals in dumpsters.
Will the words I write find you
or am I just wasting a page in my notebook?
I guess I will just continue to speak to the air,
and remove words from my little box, and spread them
out across paper in hopes of finding thee.
Listen Children
A poem for our inner childen
April 8, 2025
Your heart will heal child
Things will get better
You can't run wild
While looking for a home
The time will come child
When the heartache will stop
The cold weather turns mild
IN the core of your heart
It won't come easy child
you have to fight like hell
It takes a good while
For eyes to finally run dry
The sky's the limit child
As you grow you will know
Your heart is'nt an exhile
Your heart found it's home
For A Soldier
For C.M
April 7, 2025
All the windows in this city
are empty of you
you can't find one at all
that shows you walking past
in its filmstrip glass
This city poured you out of it's mug
and into the harbour
as its waves scooped you up
and carried you away in its arms
like a cradled baby
I like to think it held you up
enough so you could kiss
the cheek of the moon
and its blush glowed deeply
on the night you went to sleep
under the water of starlight fish bellies
You are the poem
I never wanted to write
So long soldier
Like Air
April 6, 2025
I dream about her becoming multiples.
She's at the table with a coffee cup.
She's in the bathroom putting on lipstick.
She's in the streets walking past me.
She's smoking at the window of the old apartment.
I wonder why she's nowhere and everywhere.
Mama, you are like the air.
You are everywhere.
Quicksand Arms
April 5, 2025
I am lost in the
quicksand of you
You pull me under
and won't let me go
Don't go
Stay
you say
I try to move
but it makes me fall
deeper
I can't catch my breath
I drown as you
move over me
like a tsunami wave
The only way I can
climb up from you
is the morning
alarm clock distraction
calling me to run
into the awakening
morning streets
run for my life to the
centre of the rising sun
Thursday Nights With You
April 4, 2025
Slapping your hand to the beat on the table
the song plays on in your head
like we all can hear it.
The night vibrates
to each beat of your hand.
The glass of wine like
a type of hourglass.
Shake it up baby!
You grab my arm
and we dance to nothing.
No tune just you
and I.
Sound vibrating sky.
Wine tasting lips.
I move my hips
to your wild rhythms.
This is the music of souls meeting
on the eve of a Friday night.
How we both rock
the shit out of this city.
We make the lights flicker
on every street light we pass.
The harbour howls at the moon
Wolf-man Jack style.
YEOW!
Primal shake downtown
on a rainy Thursday night.
Empty Space
April 3, 2025
This space is empty
lets fill it
with something
beautiful
and profound
Or not
and just have a
blank space to
meditate in the
visual silence.
I guess it's too late late now that I have written this.
Ice Melt
April 2, 2025
I whisper to you
From over the hill
To leave your bed
Leave it's chill
Quietly leave
And meet me there
We will make love
In the field's hair
The dawn is rising
Leave my hold
You may return here
When your bed is cold
The Town Mute
April 1, 2025
Where did silence get you
as it fell over your home like settling dust
neglected for months
The cobwebs in the corners
on the tops of walls
catch your thoughts like fish
who dream of walking on land
You are stubborn with yourself
you would rather be known as
the town mute
than say sorry
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March 2025 poems
Soul Watching
March 31, 2025
Outside or in a café
I write about people
I don't know
who walks past
splashing ink on their
assumed lives
to exercise my pen
I also wait
for the off chance
that you may someday
walk by
and I could write
a poem about our love
A Thank You Poem For S.T
March 30, 2025
Wrapped in a cloak of a stranger
you made him break his back
against a cloud
as he gasped a breath of curses
invalid angels broke down further
until they were nothing but
supernatural molecules
set out to praise you
for liberating them
Her Story
March 29, 2025
There is a story in you
he said
Would you like the synopsis
she said
I want to spread your cover open and read it in full
he said
Men like you only read by pictures
she said
and I am picture less
she said
Sugar Shine On
March 28, 2025
Beat down break back to whole again
Sleet street slippery words to fall on
so be careful with your life today
All the algorithms around you have no rhythm
to dance to so listen to music instead.
Don
March 27, 2025
His head climate is
a rainforest frozen over
He becomes the winter's sun
slicing through the ice on the sidewalk
so children can dedicate school yard games to him
Shhhhhh
March 26, 2025
shhhhhh
Don't talk too loud in the park
you will awaken the flowers
who sleep in the dark
shhhhhh
Don't speak too loud
you will scatter the crows
who watch over the crowd
Rain falls and you drink it in
like you would die of thirst
or hunger or sin
shhhhhh
shhhhhh
shhh...
...hhh
Don't call to me above a whisper
silence is golden when you walk
speachless beside me.
Portrait of My Grandma And Her Friends On A Sunny Afternoon
March 25, 2025
The women gather by the thrift store
in hues of brown and yellow
white and green polyester dreams
Sunny morning in summer's
welfare glint
Beautiful faces with laces of
tough knowledge of survival
and blue eye shadow shimmer
that I admire as a little girl
when she picked me up from school.
Take Flight
March 24, 2025
I used to walk through the streets all night, that some
may have mistaken me for homeless. I guess I was
homeless in a way, trying to find my home in the world.
Have I found it after all this time walking?
Have I found it down every alley and park
in this city where everything is made of concrete -
even the people?
I don't know.
I always feel it's been found but after a while,
I'm as restless as a migrating bird, and I
need to take flight through the night,
on a night that is so dark, and I wrapped in
so much black cloth, that I blend into the sky
like I lost my wings.
I Will Know Him
March 23, 2025
I will find him some day
When I'm off doing something else
When the Wind is calm as a river
And the Sun has blinked awake
I don't see where he is
Though I have slept beside many
Who have claimed to be him
But they were imposters
He is somewhere I know it
Sitting in a café reading a book
Or writing something down on paper
Or buying a record from a forgotten band
I'll keep lifting up the masks
Of men in my bed to one night find him
And know him by how the moon lays light
Across his face
Runaway Train
March 22, 2025
I ran away
What more did I know
how to handle death
and your unnecessary guilt
because of it.
It was more than a
teen could deal with.
I slept off and on in the
subway station, like a
stray cat remaining vigilant
even in sleep of predators.
All night I thought I saw
you and mama in the faces of
each train window
traveling away from me
in the night,
leaving me on the bench.
The left-behind child with nothing
but her bottle for comfort.
Impact
March 21, 2025
The bones record the history
every break, crack and bruise
that the past impacted
and crashed
Computer Communications
March 20, 2025
We move thorugh a timeless circuit
like octaves of dawn
slither through wires
like worms in dirt
to break through
to come up for air
after a rain
Inhale Exhale
March 19, 2025
The ocean inhales and the teeth of shells emerge,
and the rocks with their shiny backs arched up to the sun
which we walk timidly on.
We turn our faces from our burning sky sister,
to find shade further up the jawbone earth
under a sighing tree.
I pass you a shell, and you give me sand
and I kissed you like a lover, as the sea exhales
returning the water just beyond our feet.
Abandoned Clothes
March 18, 2025
Absence hangs like skin
on hangers in the abandoned house
Once worn
enjoyed
and had a life outside here
7-429
March 17, 2025
The brick wall
painted the colour
of a pigeon
grey-blue
caught in a hook
of sunlight
remembers you
Remembers me
Liminal
March 16, 2025
hum
lights
walls
yellow
rust
pipes
building
abandoned
dissolve
silent
drowning
Salt Water Taffy Tears
March 15, 2025
They are salty sweet
remembering the time
when things weren't
estranged by death
and you sat at my table
for coffee
Winter Thaw
March 14, 2025
I heard she brought frost
On the bed you sleep
You have not known love
For 100 years
The silk of the moon
Tells your secret
So does the silk of me
When it thaws you
Nothing is forever
Keep that in mind
When you escape into spring
Watch for black ice
The Collector
March 13, 2025
He reaches his hand to the sky
trying to pluck
the crystal stars from it
like removing studs
from an old leather jacket
I lower his hand from this collection
he's accumulating saying
Let's not offend the universe tonight
Starvation
March 12, 2025
He's the kind of man
who has starvation
on his lips
when he kisses you
and speaks to you
and he can never be fed
Old Man
March 11, 2025
He is just an empty room
who superficially welcomes
and says goodbye at
the close of a door
then weeps through pipes
that nobody stays
long enough
A Portrait Of A Man At Equinox
March 10, 2025
The Final cold winter wind
howls back over the harbour
in defeat of Spring.
You are scented like patchouli
and citrus from the shower
putting on oe of the records
from my shelf.
Your hair hangs down like
a rain wet katsura
covering your smile.
Dreaming
March 9, 2025
When I dream about rushing water and deer
I think they symbolize you
How the sound of you always would
lead me away from becoming lost
off the paths in the forest
How you would know where to
look at the sky and know the
season's change is coming
and prepare me for it
You knew a lot
I knew nothing that day
a few hours before noon
I ended up loosing my way
in the forests
and grew numb when
frost was setting in
for a long time after
I Heard Through Walls
March 8, 2025
I heard their voices through walls
When one spoke of bills
the other of love
and the cat mewed for fish
There was a flicker of a car headlight
through my window
as she left him again in the night
to drive on the icy sterling roads
that were the answer for her for something
Would she find the answer to love
as he sits alone in the apartment
wondering about money
and the love he's loosing
draining away like she is with is bank account
I go to my kitchen to make a coffee
and thank god I'm single
Power
March 7, 2025
I wanted to know what it was like
to storm the streets
like unmelted hail stones
I self-taught myself how to
turn invisible
while standing out in a crowd
I was taught by others
how to love and hate
I was taught longing by
lover's hands
and I take this mix of education
to move through this world powerful
while inside the armour of this
leather jacket
Empty Heart Vessels
March 6, 2025
Children in the street
with dull faces
bent like wilted flowers
bending low to the ground
search for candy off the curbs
or coins dropped by rich men
who abandoned them
The Dancer
March 5, 2025
She turned into a snake
that wound itself around a pole
She could coil
like one of Medusa's locks
tight enough to strangle
any man
Coming Up For Air
March 4, 2025
Glued down moonbeams
on black velvet harbour
Citizen fish don't know the time
The pebbles know the sky only
as they are forever looking up at it
making myths of star-gods
I turn to you
I take a photograph with my eyes
the way your smile makes the
urban mermaids of the city's harbour
come up for air
The Question
March 3, 2025
Should I remain on the ground
or leap into the sky
knowing that it could be
a hard crash back down
that could break
bones and teeth
and shatter the will
to take flight again?
Leaving
March 2, 2025
Take it as you go
that silence that
filled up this room
silence that was not
at peace but filled
with reservations
the loss of keys
the loss of love
the empty words
that sank
into the walls
and cracked
the paint
take them with
you too
along with
the silence
Your Blank Page
March 1, 2025
You are so blank
I want to write across your paper
myself the pen that will
move across you something so beautiful
like sled on fresh snow
I want to silence your hunger
for something
that you don't know you need
but want and
kiss you with something
like poetry spoken into
your mouth
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February 2025 poems
Wavelength
February 28, 2025
Slipping in silk and the ice
over the surface
Water under the ice silk
is warm
No sounds here
under the ice
that mirrors sky
like see-through
reflective glass
You get on my current
hear my water frequency
you know the song I play
of silk tongue to ear and mouth
kiss-speaking a language
you don't know but feel
and understand on a
higher wavelength
wave of water to your shore
I gift you shells that
speak my water language
and like a crossed telephone wire
hearing me and you on the other line
coming through static
speaking something to each other
you can't hear but feel instead
like gentle needles down your back
Wave love length and link
together
A New Language
February 27, 2025
Dashing past constellations
aging deities came down
to earth speaking codes against
your chest
into your heart
the destination of how to mix
you and I
wolf and bird
water and fire
sun and moon
The choir stutters melody
lost in an organ that broke
a reed jaw
You take my hand speaking
the deity code
I'm too blind to hear it
just yet
In time
I'll understand and
speak your language
when my throat has a new reed
and I receive an angelic tongue replacement
and my skeleton grows wing bones
to be able to fly with your
and your kiss will make me drip
honey and star glitter to paint
the galaxy with.
Wandering
February 26, 2025
I acknowledge you as a wanderer
like a leaf leaving for the ground
I know your soul's cravings
because I am a wanderer too
We are just two wanderlusters
trying to find a home
and know it isn't here
Good luck on your travels
Bonne route
Transmission
February 25, 2025
Beneath the sand
transmissions
radio nature
an appetite for
cotton gaze
to coat
the throat
to cushion words spoken
to your ear
gentle to sooth
to replace uncertainties
that bruise to worry the
electricity in your skull
thunder and lightening
filling with rain inside
to leave through the drain
of your eyes.
Abandoned
February 24, 2025
No corridors
No opened doors
The baseboards
are dirty and
sun-stained in spots
This place forgot the
sound of people
and you are a forgot
doll in the corner of a room
You have to make your own way now
Never abandon yourself
A Poem For Him
February 23, 2025
What I would give
to write a poem
down your back
that you can't read
only feel the pen
It's how I keep secrets
in each line
and in the mix of words
you will not know
who you are in my story
You are behind
the words
behind you
Road Dreams
February 22, 2025
I remember that night we listened
to the radio playing a blue show
on the late night CBC
to fill in the background
on the miles passing.
You fell sleep in the passenger side
and when you woke,
you told me you dreamed
the highway swallowed us
into a tunnel.
We just kept on driving through
until we rode through it's asphalt
body to a field and then into the sky.
I remember feeling honored
to have made it inside your dreams.
When we got to the next truck stop
I kissed you by the lonely payphone
as if I were in love with you.
I was in love with highway you.
Only on the road, your spirit matched mine,
and our roads that we traveled
were on the same path.
The Cold Sun
February 21, 2025
empty table
the dishes gone
in the sink out
of sight
the sun is a liar
as it vomits
through the
window
empty of warmth
on a cold morning
Street Corner Pan
February 20, 2025
Pan flutes music
on the corner of the
downtown core
A few coins in his
empty coffee cup
for those who
actually hear
such a creature
with his hooves
stomping out a beat
against the discarded
cigarette confetti
concrete
His eyes wildly
hazed with his
mad melody
that don't translate
to human ears
shrieking into the
sunny afternoon
making the birds
scatter off rooftops
and wire.
Pilgrimage
February 19, 2025
He was a pilgrimage
you have to go on
I travelled his stone steps
and my hand bled
over his altars
my feet tired of the climb
Once I reached him
I disrobed at his side
and wonder if the journey
was worth it at all
After my meditation was done
I knew he is not a god
or guru
My frankincense isn't
the gift he needs
I dress and walk in the rain
most of the night
Water washed away his mud
from my breasts
and his clay from my mouth
The gift of sight was not
what I came here for
I leave for home
as his bed grows cold
as a deep winter night
Setting Free
February 18, 2025
The morning windstorm roars
like lions through the atmosphere
shaking all candle flames across town
Leaving the dark but I still see
your name
So I pull its word from my mouth
like a thread of fine hair
I then set it to the wind
set it free and in turn
free myself
Bone Song
February 17, 2025
I describe you as an absence
A wisp of a ghost
the one that you catch
only from the corner of
your eye
I know you are sometimes around
under the cover of fog
the rattle of bones announces you
They travel their songs on the fog mist
which blows down scattered city backstreets
that soon find their way through my window
shaking me awake
Run Girl
February 16, 2025
Men like him have eyes like cages
You don't want to get too close
If you do you will be locked inside
his world that is full of ghosts
You have to deny the touch of his lips
with their song of sounds
that slither into your soul
a sea worth to drown
You run from him girl and run far
down the hill and over the lane
He's too easy to fall in love with
run back to the moon that wanes
Forget him now girl
shut him out of your mind
Don't get lost in love now girl
You are not water and he is not wine
Howl
February 15, 2025
You are strong
or think you are
Your cigarettes
in the ashtray
like little bones
you picked clean
charred by murder fire
You look out the window
over the city that ate you
and coughed you out of
every bar in town
amber fire-water eyes
glazed with alcohol and memories
You throw your head back
and howl animalistic
and wounded
to a deaf moon
until the neighbours complain
to a landlord who does nothing
Leaving For The Sea (Story of J. and F. )
February 14, 2025
No I won't go with you.
Silence your evangelical
salesman talk.
You are not my latch
or lock.
I move as
fluid in your lungs move
waiting for the collapse.
Then I will break free
and become the sea.
Snow Crow
February 13, 2025
The snow settles in all the corners
of the city this evening
I call on you
to speak in my ear
to drown out the sound
of the tree's clacking bones
that calls out my name
in chatters
A Man Left Open
February 12, 2025
He locked open his door
and you couldn't enter
only by invitation
He had no walls
no windows
to look through
to the outside
one could only go inward
and see paradice
I was lucky
to be a woman
he let in
I stayed at his side
all night
until the dawn
I then followed the
sunrise
by walking into
the horizon
and never
returned
Freedom
February 11, 2025
The wind through the window
flicks at the candle flame
I prevent myself
from remembering your name
I pull it's word
like a thread of hair
out of my mouth
I cast it free
out the window
on the breeze
and free myself
Reemerge Always
February 10, 2025
We crash and burn
like phoenix birds
in our embrace
We burn down
to nothing
to reemerge
as something
Then we lift
up high into
the sky
and laugh
at the sight
of Icarus
who constantly
melts forever
in the sun
Radio Wave Drive-by
February 9, 2025
Crashing sounds of radio waves
drive past me from an open window
of a car trying desperately to get somewhere
"In today's news...."
I'm glad I didn't catch what it was
I'm tired of the noise
and overwhelmed
It takes away my peace and
creativity
It's hard to have hope these days
but as I can hear the people
who live in the tent city at the end of this park
ring out in the early morning with laughter
that even in the bleakest situations
you have to hold onto your hope
and laughter
Because I didn't Want To Write About War
February 8, 2025
My muse is offended that I chose another to write a poem to
He doesn't understand that it was nothing personal
I had to write a poem about making love to someone
because a poet should never sleep with their muse
they need them to remind them of longing
Maybe if I could explain it like that
he would understand
and come back today to inspire
me to write something about desire
Love and lust
as well as
want and longing
are not the same things
The act of just writing a poem
and actually creating poetry
are not the same either
It was very important I write
about making love
because if not
I'm left with the only other option
I only wrote about making love
so I would not have to write about war
Paper Without Poetry
February 7, 2025
You said you would forget about her
for one night
if I could write you a poem
after we made love
So I made love to you like
a lioness holding a dove
in her mouth
You kept your promise
you forgot about her
but I forgot to write a poem
that night when the snow
made the city white like
paper without poetry
Hunger Pains
February 6, 2025
The ache comes into the stomach
like a beast with metal teeth
eating it from the inside
this isn't hunger
it's desire.
Friendless friends fist through
the sidewalk garbage
in search of hunger.
they lost it somewhere.
The city's wide electric neon
hums its tune in the ears.
Siren of fake desire
will feed the hungry
for a little while for a price.
Never say how much money
you have to the hungry.
Don't make eye contact
but keep them in sight.
These men are hungry
for your desire
and will take you
where the neon lights
are shut off.
You can escape if you desire
if you can make it
from this street and that road
The 10A will open it's mouth
devour you down it's throat.
Soon you will know
What it's like to finally eat
After the pains of a
hunger strike.
Your Strawberry Bush
February 5, 2025
You grew the strawberry bush
over the grave dirt
of the old dog.
Did you even realize it,
when the night howled
in ghostly wisps
on the wind
that came from
the north
Little Pearl
February 4, 2025
You,
like a little pearl
gleaming in the night
with a lunar glow.
Faux diamond glint of
strangers eyes
give away their intentions.
Turn away Little Pearl.
They are only on the hunt
to prey on your realness
and steal your true shimmer.
The Purple House
February 3, 2025
Dark purple house
against light blue sky
emerald trees
a dash of white snow
as a picture frame
For Denis Amoung the Stars
February 2, 2025
That time we sat inside the ribcage
of the night park splitting a beer
The clang of the steel fence rattled out
as you tried to climb it to the top
You thought if you could reach that top
you could reach the stars
but you never could
You told me next year
when we meet here again
you will be able to
but you never returned
The next year we got the news
from your mother
that you finally reached the stars
I remember being so mad
that I wasn't there to see you
finally reach the top
and see you stretch your finger out
tapping their glittering tips
Now many years later, I see you up there
turning on the star lights
Shine on Denis
Peace
February 1, 2025
When the whole world is fighting
and the arguments of both sides starts to deafen
and no one person can hear each sides points of view
over the noise and chaos
at least the written word is heard above it all
When the fighters looks toward the silent poets
that will write one single word
Peace.
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January 2025 poems
Social Games
January 31, 2025
He wanted the small talk on afternoons,
and shallow talks with neighbours
that end up like a soundless drone to my ears.
I smashed through the windows like sunlight does,
and ran like a lassoed horse that broke free
away from it all.
Leaving everyone to deal with the confetti of glass
and the echo of blood that dropped from his finger
to the floor in it's freedom smash
The tear he shed washed the drop away
knowing he could not follow me
beyond the hills.
He was too stuck in the game.
Star Wires (For Stephen)
January 30, 2025
Night time is slow
when you are in it
at my side plucking
stars from the sky
and stringing them
like a barbwire fence
around the harbour
Little Buddha
January 29, 2025
Good morning little Buddha
perched on my window sill
greeting all who pass on the street
with your smiling jade peace
Spring Lies
January 28, 2025
The oddity of spring in the winter
is a liar we want to believe
It gives you the promise
of buds on trees
and green grass
until the next day
when winter
speaks the
truth
Blood Candy
January 27, 2025
I once cut my finger
on a cotton candy cone
blood melting sweet strands
making blood syrup
But the fair whizzed on
in a dizzy haze
Unaware of the candy gore
on such a sunny day
The Shout From The Heart
January 26, 2025
It's a bit of a habit or ritual
to cover the ears with silence
and look away
and tell yourself you can't hear
what is aching in the heart
but its motor roar of rememberance
shouts over the silent ears
until you have to listen
Keeping Secrets
January 25,2025
I'm going to hide my secret
here in this poem
where nobody will find it
especially you.
The sound waves of spoken words
utter nothing about the way
I look over my shoulder and wait
for the breeze to bring me your cologne
and your voice to kiss my ears
I tuck my longing away
inside the lock box of this poem
to keep this secret far away from you
to prevent me from crashing into love
Hey You
January 24, 2025
Did you know
how your beauty
is a silver bullet
that shoots through
the heart of this poem?
They Will Know
January 23, 2025
When we loose sight of our humanity
and listen to snakes whispering in our ears
we are lost
The world never forgets the past
No matter how much you erase from
the texts of history
No matter who you silence
A few speaking the truth
will be far louder
The future will know
What happened should
never be repeated
The Gun of Peace
January 22, 2025
I embrace you like a machine gun
across my body but I won't march on,
but lay you at my side in peace.
My fingers walk the dark street
of your neck to rest at the pond
of your collar bone.
I curl up there and stay the night
ignoring the war that rages on
just outside the window.
A Be Seas
January 21, 2025
Not a
sound be
music
or sea
emptied
nothing to de
pend upon
for
silence
We Are Rock
January 20, 2025
So much changes.
We grew up
loved
cried
rebelled
cried
loved again
and moved forward
So much changes
and through everything
the four rocks are still there
holding strong in their place
Through decades of storms and cold
We are those rocks
We faced and will face storms
but hold strong where we are
Crow Woman
January 19, 2025
I lay next to you
in this motel room
where the door keeps
the night outside
The air conditioner's humming
waltzes the curtains gently
I'm locked up inside your arms
and my legs return the enslavement
entwining around you like chains
People assume we are lovers
but we are not
I only make love to you to
fuck my way away from love
Ignore that fact so I'm not caged
I rise over you like a crow woman
who plucks out her feathers
to bury you under them
to cover you up
to blend you back into the night
I then caw out to my sister crows
to beware of your embrace.
You Create Scenery
January 18, 2025
You are a stage hand in narrow doorways
holding up the background
of wooden buildings
that turn to mâché trees before our eyes
you put everything in it's place
walk through the back
of the scenery
don't be detected
you are the reason
we see everything as
its supposed to be.
The Blanket
January 17, 2025
Unfold me like your favorite blanket
just before you fall asleep
My body remembers your cologne
the morning after I lay in crumpled
bliss next to you
Lust always gets mistaken for love
like some stranger you see on the street
one night, convinced you knew them once
as a lover
We Will Ignite
January 16, 2025
There's something going on
under the layer
that the fire bubbles up
through the cracks
of our concrete
like from the core
of our earths
The embrace
will be
explosive
Jean-Jeanie
January 15, 2025
The Ivory bar soap on the side of the sink
white melting on to the sea blue plastic
clean scented with the cut through of
chrome water running
A Charlie Pride record playing low
in the other rom as you sipped tea
and adjusted the lace curtians for nightfall.
I washed my face viewing your evening ritual
by the living room mirror like a film screen
about a French woman in a English city
A cat amounst lions at your window
Falling of Stones
January 14, 2025
You probably didn't want to be lead down this road
but it is the way the stones fell to the ground
and you had to follow
There wasn't any way out of it
you can't mess with divine
intervention or invention
it comes
wither you like it or not
Going forward
watch where you lay your stones.
Strangulation Kiss
January 13, 2025
You took my breath
suddenly as quick
as I put my lips on you
You can't take what
is not yours
and run with it
like a theif from
a security camera
You will bring it back
one day
When you do
I don't want to be
there to recieve it
Lost Notebook
January 12, 2025
Where are you now?
I left you alone in the corner
of the old apartment
forgetting to bring you along.
All your words lost to my eyes,
and your story forgotten.
Hopefully someone found you,
and reads your words,
and sits down often
to continue your life
with their own story.
Forgiveness
January 11, 2025
Like crunching glass
and spitting out teeth
this word that is fragile
and hard to say
holds prisoner
everyone who has it
like a burden
to their tongue
Margarette
January 10, 2025
I would look over to you
and the way the sunlight would shine
off your yellow kitchen table
and the glint from the metal silver edges
would shine on your face
putting you in a spotlight
for you to sing your heart out
Leaving Before Dawn
January 9, 2025
Like blindness laid over the eyes
I wandered in a dark land
until I found myself in your arms
I did my time there
paid my due
The incantations I spoke
past your lips
I pull back out
turning you back to clay
and there is no more poison
in the well water to sip
or stone to crack our teeth
Winter
January 8, 2025
We were so caught up
in the wild thrashing of trees
when blizzards call to arms
the branches to clack out
a war chant against the sky
who starts crumbling
flaking to the ground
Water and Stone
January 7, 2025
The faucet drips in the sink
and you tap out it's beat on my arm
as we lay on the sofa in the quiet afternoon
I made love to you like rushing water
over a shore of stones
you calm my rush as I pull back
I lay my head to your chest shore
your heat beat keeping time
with the second hand on the clock
and the tapping of water
in the other room.
Over Coffee
January 6, 2025
We talk in abstracts
you and I
over coffee at the café
I told you you were wind
you called me a metal encased feather
as we smiled at the sun outside through
the two office buildings across the street
like an ancient sun worshiping monument
keeping time.
Free
January 5, 2025
The pressure is let out
of the old chest locked in
that forgotten room
in a decaying house
Someone opened the window
and set the memory free
no longer there
to be a burden
to the air.
Asphalt Sea
January 4, 2025
When we thought the
street was the sea,
we dived into it
hardly catching air
nearly drowned
between high rises
and our lives flashed
like neon before our eyes.
The city has a way
to fold in on itself,
like the tides
the coast guards war us about.
Stand too close to the rocks
and it's hand swipes you
like a hungry lover
pulled in by lust
until you lay in his bed
forever.
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Confession
January 3, 2025
I have to confess to her
that he came to me tonight
and made love to me
between sheets of paper
in the form of a poem
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Waiting
January 2, 2025
He is waiting for something
when the sky empties of colours
and the rain empties from clouds
he will still remain
looking
for a ghost that will
never appear.
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New Year
January 1, 2025
The rubble sleeps.
The dust settles.
The haze of
the sun shines through.
You made it.
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