I hold memories of you like a wave-worn rock nestled in my pocket reaching in deep 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 there touching you I hold that ache again the fervent ache […]
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We’d share a call and response every night, phones pressed between cheek and pillow 20.7 miles away. It was an incantation lulling lovers to pass from one consciousness to another. Your voice digitized, reflecting off faux pine towers or maybe even orbiting satellites, reached me through technologies I’d never…
he’s a clockmaker his nimble fingers hold a spring here and press a latch there his sharp eyes envision where the cogs will just miss and an adjustment will need to be made his quick mind thinks three steps ahead and two moves back he visualizes what masterpiece will arise from the bits and pieces […]
It was just a frumpy little thing. Missing an eye. Torn and resewn over and over. Threadbare, you could barely tell the original coloring of its fur. His nose had been lost many years ago. A mouse-haired little girl had played with him once upon a time. She named him Stripey and took him everywhere. […]
my search ended the moment I first read your name there before me in black and white I stopped dead in my tracks eyes wide jaw slack the first time you spoke my name my heart stilled paused in silence became whole (though I wasn’t aware I had been missing you) I wanted you then […]
Hey you I love you, okay? Please don’t ask me why because I rapidly swallow a hundred reasons from behind my teeth Sometimes when you can’t hear me I whisper your name followed closely by, don’t you know how much I love you?! Desperation coats my tongue the pit of my stomach feels heavy and […]
I miss you my friend You always seemed to see All the best parts of me And when I was down, you lifted me up You heard me when I spoke You listened to the unspoken words The layers I kept underneath And although you never said so You made me feel beautiful You told […]
I visited her every weekend for nearly six years. Her once-dark hair now silvered with age, but you could see she had been knock-out gorgeous in her youth. In my eyes, she was still quite beautiful. She had no family, so she claimed, and I was the closest thing she had to a friend. When […]
Recently my friend and fellow writer, Spiral Artist, inspired something in me. He wrote a poem the other day that used my blog title “Raw Earth Ink” as a ‘prompt’ of sorts. This got me thinking… Thanksgiving, a time we set aside to give thanks for what we have, has just passed while Christmas, a […]
The first time she climbed through my bedroom window in the middle of the night I was ten and she was eight. She didn’t say anything, just clung to me beneath my purple unicorn blanket and quivered. I wrapped my arms around her and held her and cried without a word because the truth was, […]
