The Crossing

The boards were cracking under my feet. The slick black fluid trudged itself into a pool, parting from it’s river. … More

Not Giving Up

This is all new. The only one I want to call is you. You’ve been disconnected for as long as … More

I find myself in the shadows of your thoughts, thinking on about you, thinking of me too, in the place … More

This has been one of the roughest years for most of our lives. There have been people dying, being sick, … More

This is a poem inspired by a piece written by my friend John AKA woodsy https://woodsydotblog.wordpress.com/2020/04/26/chases/ Another chase, running backwards … More

You will call me crazy with that tone, your tone, a deliberate groan about my existence. You’ll mock me for … More

Filling this notebook backwards to front, I can’t express how this hurts. Singing along to silent lucidity, you rocking me … More

The cold wind means there’s more to come. I’ve felt this heaviness coming onto me before. Heavy like a heartbreak, … More

It’s my heart, holding onto this tender flower. The thorns dig deep and penetrate all that is too painful to … More

I really wish I could speak to you, get into your head like a mystery. I wish I could make … More

I want to reach out my hand. I want to reach you when no one else can. I want to … More

Hillside full of memories, open pathways to be walked upon. Hillside full of memories, small children, poor and full of … More

Hello, it’s me. I’m the body to the face you should recognize but don’t. Cruel you. So many years we … More

Summer rain pelted the hot road, and patted me on the head. Handle bars wriggled, slick with rain as I … More

Under weighted blanket, tucked deeply, entirely buried, nestling. I awake to a sharp rapping on my door. My knob turns. … More

Hopping stone blocks, dropping, jumping across the same beaten path. Across is beautiful. The path is obscured with brush and … More

PIn the valley, I’m underneath the crystal sky. Wispy clouds meander above, as mountain tips reach their highest height. Feeling … More

Notes about the poem: My uncle, Bill is sick with stage four lung cancer. It was incredibly hard to post … More

I couldn’t read between the lines. There was only a thin veil, and your expressionless stare, heavy lids. Blink once … More

I didn’t mean for this to get so horrid, or to leave on bitter end. Some words just can’t be … More