I Am No Blank Slate
Poem He thought me a marble statue of the Ancient Greeks, admiring the soft sheet that silhouetted my curved form. I do not argue that I wear drapery elegantly, nor that I feel...
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The Whole Story
Poem So many facets, and yet there’s no sparkle, Only dull, darkening sides. I turn the heavy piece over and over, Searching for the truth it hides. But does it exist, an absolute answer?...
Shimmer Girl
Poem I knew a girl once sly as time sneaking by right under your nose, ticking and tocking and counting breaths till death. She dressed in a black slink and rubbed her eyes...
The Day Prince Died
Poem Prince died today And I wonder if you remember I once Called you Darling Nikki In the last birthday card I wrote you And if this day somehow meant something to you...
Breaking Fear
Poem Hiding from your fantasy At the usual roundtable From being that next candidacy Fighting for that righteous stable Too many foolish words are spoken Narrowing what could be retained Starving for that...
Those Nights
Poem I love dancing with the trees, their touch is gentle, light, I love singing with the wind, its touch reminds of the past, of summers long gone and lost, of nights full of...
Sleep Birds
Poem The sleep tugs at my eyes, Like whirring black birds Pulling at the corners of sheets. There is one hole in the stone wall, Through which I look and see: A solitary...
The Glass Jar
Poem As you sleep I just wanted to let you know I love you Nothing crazy But it’s like I have a million fireflies trapped in a jar that are beating themselves Against...
A Snowstorm of Paper
Poem A snowstorm of paper at my feet: It fell there from my scissors’ teeth Last night, in a shower of inky sleet. In piles on the floor lay my reams of wreckage...
Woe of the Ballerina
Poem There once was a girl named Pearl. Upon a stage she did twirl. But dancing is tough she wasn’t skinny enough so in the bathroom she hurled. The days and the nights...
Paper-Thin Feeling
Poem In the morning, After all the tea is drunk and the tedium suffered, The mistakes of yesterday still hover above Like a dark clustering cloud that won’t dis-spell. All the people look...
