Pounds of Flesh

I wonder if it’s worth it To love anyone at all I’ve been friends to many To the big and to the small When I’m there they smile Teeth all let out in a grin But when I must be going They want me back again Yes the smile made by pearly whites Becomes a…

Relationship Blogs

I’ve read a thousand blogs and poems About what true love means And though I’ve tasted on my tongue Many people’s hopes and dreams Still I find myself here again Reading what others have gleaned The mirror sees me day by day My lips, my hair, my eyes But night by night I change my…

Primrose Path

I am walking ever slower Down the broad and sunny way Passing many lost and lonely On this chipper, summer’s day The heat beats down upon me But I do not mind its burn Though I sweat and simmer Along the dusty burm I bend not her nor there To chat or to find shade…

The Alleyway

  I walk down the city streets Strong, confident strides Button down shirt shielding my torso Long khaki pants guarding my legs Slightly too large leather shoes Slapping the concrete with bold steps I pass them on the left and right An old t shirt draped over her frame Light wash jeans hanging off his…

Ants

Do ants walk in the evening As the moon steals all the light Do their tiny ant legs tramp Both in the day and night Do they build on Easter Their perfect dirt clod nest Do they work on Sundays Or do they take a rest Do ants crawl in the rain As well as…

Stretch Marks

She sighs as her eyes trace the lines on her thighs Her leg trunks have stretched, like the mighty oaks rise The marks of the latter mirror rings in the former Both testaments to growth, each a mark of honor The tigress is beautiful because of her stripes Without orange, black, and white she’d not…

Body Language

Isn’t it strange how the body remembers? The corners of the eyes revel in the echoes of laughter. The forehead creases in reflection of past contemplation. Freckles stare back with sightless eyes at the bygone sun that burned them into existence. Blue veins run like rivers down the body, flowing with time, the countless seconds…

Hoodoo

Precariously placed by God’s hands, hoodoo sits Dusty and ancient, the desert’s alien Huge misshapen head and thin neck An impossibility Though it seems top heavy and unwieldy It has rested in the dust For thousands of years A small rock tower watches hoodoo Stacked carefully and painstakingly A copy, a cheap imitation Though they…

Fly or Fall

If writing is a bird, then I am a falconer. I raise ideas from chicks to full grown adults. I feed them with all forms of media, relationships, stimulating stimuli. I sit on the eggs and warm them, waiting for them to mature and hatch. Then, at some point, I must kick my feelings from…

Time Heals All Wounds

Time heals all wounds, so the saying goes. We see this in action all around. Summer burns long and hot in its decadence, seeking to burn an indelible mark on the land it rules. Soon enough, though, summer burns through its fuel and gives way to fall. The trees weep leafy tears and the blades…

Natural Beauty

You are beautiful, but not in the way that a diamond is beautiful. Cut by human hands, every facet shaped and planned. It shines in the light, but only because someone made it shine. You shimmer like a minnow in a clear creek bed. No one told it to reflect the light and gleam in…

A Word Long Silenced

How can one utter a word silenced too long? Should it be shouted out bold and brazen? Announcing itself loudly with the built up tension of the years like a tightly wound spring? Should it slither out between the teeth like a slimy snake? Dripping with shame at its greedy hoarding, slipping out at last…