beneath the jagged waves my face silently slips moonlight accents edge peaks and valleys and I’m no longer fighting it releasing my final breath I’m floating softly in this cold new world sinking down into the vast depths I look above to see the gentle beams reflections of some far off light sifting through the […]
My review of Joseph Pinto’s debut poetry book, “A Distilled Spirit”.
I hold memories of you like a wave-worn rock nestled in my pocket reaching in, my fingers float along your soft edges /the gentle curves of who you were /who I remember you to be /who we once were I feel your weight a whispering touch, I cradle that ache again /the fervent ache to […]
My review of River Dixon’s chapbook collection of poetry, “These Days Drip From Me”.
Weeping My bark, dry Soaks the tears A blotter for future days You’ll never know Just what you do to me My response Powerful I remain internal Showing my hand Was a mistake I won’t repeat Thirsty My roots, searching Stretch out Spreading and hungry Always needing more You don’t know me The real me […]
Knowing me, as I do This won’t happen There’s no special alignment Of stars or planets for me For I am Worthless, apparently Not worth a little time or energy Always I try To make the right decisions But they always seem to be Poor in the end I’m haunted By sin and regret Just […]
words. that pleasurable idea.
Today he told me I was a worthless piece of shit And maybe he’s right Perhaps I’m not worthy Of his time or energy But I can make great Indian food And some people pay for my ink and art Plus I’m decent in bed…. I think… I don’t know, I’ve never had complaints In […]
your tongue writes grace upon my thighs your teeth show (no) mercy but they teach me patience though I’m dripping nectar as drops of dew cling to my swollen petals hold my wrists firmly and I find stillness and peace for I conquer time every moment I look into your eyes fuck me roughly don’t […]
A Poem by Brandon White. The Smell of Rain: Step into the day and into the cool air charged with rumors of rain This is what’s been missed, the gathering storm humming electric, pure and threatening What could stoke the flame of wonder like the hands of God? Do you kneel to the natural forces? […]
