To you,in your colored blue,hitting piano keysin front of a lonely sea.To you,with gray tired eyes,closing them onlywhen the Sun beginsagain.To you,in sweats and tied hair,bundled among blanketsat the room's corner.To you,I say,me, too.You,with red-freckled skinand brown and blackand blue and purpleand blonde hair.With multi-hued eyesthat limit what they see,all but the lonely sea.Lookat the… Continue reading Too
Take in the sight of the corn. In your blue dress that touches your knees, and long sleeves that blend with the Summer sky, beyond the cornfield stands. Tall stalks bending toward you and beckoning as the wind heightens. A large black rabbit watches you from a sunlit spot soon swallowed by the shadows of… Continue reading Amaze
White-yellow hairtied high and flowinglike a horse's tail,full of waves that battled the loud ocean.A dark freckle belowher rounded noseand rosy cheeks full of life.She jumped from brickto brick of the backyardpath. Her mother sat atthe picnic table her fatherhad painted blue, and he was smoking a cigar.The air around them wasfull of smoke.She ran up and down… Continue reading Sweet Pea
The Sky Lounge had been built above the City bundles of centuries before, at a time when humans longed to reach Olympus. They would climb to the precipice and stare across the rising City below at a vertical cloud unaffected by wind or storm. This was thought to be the road to the Gods. When… Continue reading Across the Precipice
The winding drive was wide as a street, but decrepit like a road. I stepped over fragments of cement and sharp stones. The grass that lined the inclining path looked dead and deadly. Brown and dry, no green. No life. My breath was heavy when I finally reached the end of the stagnant, shriveled mountain.… Continue reading Abandon
Look no longer at stars and the cratered moon. Look down here, where I sit by you. We're on the porch with the falling summer Sun and iced teas in blue-tinted glasses. The lemon slice bites your tongue, so I eat it for you. There's a wet ring left on the wood when you take… Continue reading Sounds of Summer Nights
Down a dark hallwrapped in blankets,clutching a doll.My dress drags behind me.At the end, there is a spot,that looks like charred nightand it travels up the wall.My eyes look at the floor.The red rug floorwith prints of thick dirtand soaking.Into the room it leads,into the pale yellow roomdown the dark hall.Mother's shaking body covers the windowand… Continue reading Down a Dark Hall
The intoxicating scent of a million roseson a winter dayblinded by snowand happinessas I love you.
Fresh smell of raindown the window pane.Vibrant gray skiesPitter-patter woke me upbefore the Sun.Here, with the soundof serenity, I sit and watch,drinking strong teaeating sweet oranges.
Her hair fell in thick locks that pickedup light,drifting through the tainted glass in front of herwriter's desk,stained chocolate and glistening,deep with words,filled with thoughts.Her hair felland tickled the gold rim of herchina cup,brimming with hot coffee,rising with steam thatwet her glasses.Her pencil fell,and she looked up fromthe story scratched on notebook paperto pull backher messy hairin… Continue reading Messy Hair and Coffee