Category: poetry

  • Coin Toss

    I’ve been turning my pain into poetry And paying ear to Passenger’s pining melodies, Black letters pour over the pages As I scrawl my uncertainties. I’ve always questioned love Of the romantic variety, It seemed to live in the realm Of fantasy and zealotry. When half of those part Who join themselves with incantations and…

  • Cellular

    My disaffected desire Meets your disembodied voice on the line, Dizzy trepidation mingling with excitement With every shared sentence; And my conviction is for time alone with you My shackles are for picking up my phone And dialing your digits and breathing your name, Bars on my cellphone becoming time behind bars For violating the…

  • Raw

    Raw. We use it To describe Meat Milk Dough That hasn’t been subjected To scalding heat to make it safe To consume; But it’s also For skinned knees Burns Open wounds And broken hearts. It’s for when the pain is new When the lines are skewed And you can’t make out What’s up Or down.…

  • The Waterfall and the Televsion Set [A Conceit]

    Do you swallow a flood when you are caught midway in a Netflix binge? Does the late-night static of your blue-lit screen roar in your ears like a deafening wave? Can you feel your knees buckling under the weight of your sedentary somnambulism? Is your televsion set a waterfall? Do the images rush towards you…

  • Gilding Child [A Lipogram in “I”]

    Child sinking in tides ‘n silt Child drinking gilt ‘n milk, Child sifting, swimming, gifting, singing Mild mind brimming with light. Kinder drifting with wings in flight Wishing spring’s bright shining, Timing tilts within his wild mind Gilding child, wind winding.