I’m with you, my love In the sway of that Oak She is rocking you Sway with her Dance with her Let me watch you Like the sun that raises his golden head Each morning Painting the …
Month: February 2017
In praise of such love
Lazy snow blankets the world Trees twist upward, palms splayed out, Clinging to their crystal treasure The wind has silenced its lament But the snow reflects its caresses Rising up in gentle slopes Bending, supplicating In praise …
Valia: Off Kilter
The heat here is alive and it keeps running its lewd hands over my body. I miss the dry heat of home, the music of the crickets at night, the constant chattering of the sprinklers. What is …
We have forgotten how to listen
Twirl and twist Leaves burnt orange and crimson And flashy gold They dance Intoxicated by the freedom Headless of on-lookers Pirouetting to a hidden rhythm Subtext of the universe Deaf to this undercurrent Blind to the subtle …
Haunted Rides
There is something tantalizing about the visceral reaction of terror. The way the heart thunders, our stomach flutters, and our palms sweat. It is even better when our minds are put to work. I caught up with …
These are the notes of my longing
The prickly-itchy feel Horses belly against bare thigh Salty, slick Crisp-earthy leather The sharp prick of cheat grass Burrowing Dill-weed, pungent Smashed underfoot Tree frogs Singing love Calling to each other These are the notes of my …
Her Heart Crashed
Her heart crashed Waves against a rocky shore This adventure was hers A first and only possession Beautifully terrifying
Play of Light
Sweat beaded and dripped It accumulated Behind her ears Glued loose tendrils of toffee hair Against the nape of her neck Gave her a shiny, salty mustache Light twirled Illuminated half of those sullen features Phantom-like Before …
Letter 4: hauntings of home
If you did, indeed, lose a part of yourself in the depths of space, then I have found it in my travels. It was drawn to me, drawn by the strength of my love for you and …
Tibetan Lemonade 