As I think about you,
it takes
less and less oil
to light myself
on fire.
Category: poetry
Firestone Friday: Poem X
Literature and love
perform much the same:
a flowery dressing,
a crafted seduction,
and an uncovering
that makes the reader
to quiver.
On Inebriation
They ask
if I’ve ever been
black out drunk,
and I can’t help
but to rememeber
how intoxicated
I was
when I first saw you.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem X
We all want to be the
person
community
business
country
with the bigger stick.
When are we going
to start building something
with all of these sticks?
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Touchstone Tuesday: Poem VI
It’s not that most connections
carry no love;
it’s that so many loves
can exist only in one space —
can survive only at the bar
or breathe only within an app.
To uncover a connection
worth pursuing
is to find a love that can flourish
at home
and in the streets —
Saturday night
and Sunday morning.
On Longing
Every night my soul leaves,
and every morning, it crawls back, exhausted.
One night I followed it
down old paths
past familiar trees
and, all at once,
I uncovered to where my soul
wandered
as I joined my soul
in watching you.
Firestone Friday: Poem IX
A volume with new binding,
strong, lusty, erect,
a spine that curls only
as I draw my fingers across it;
a form so forbidding,
and defiantly unyielding
that resists opening
until I whisper its title,
calling it by name,
and it finally
gives in.
On Belonging
If allergies are good for nothing else
they remind me
that I certainly
don’t belong
to this world.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem IX
I fell to sleep singing a love song;
a rhythm to my breathing,
with the cadence
of a chest rising and falling
to the beat of a ballad
that plays for you.
When I awoke
in the middle of the night
in the hollow of a barren silence,
I couldn’t find the music.
After I searched under the covers
and in the corners of the room,
I heard you humming the tune
that lulled me to sleep.
I should have known that only you
could take the music
from my throat.
Thanksgiving: On Generosity
Let’s collaborate
in celebrating
the soul of Thanksgiving
by giving
even
— and especially —
when the thanks
doesn’t come.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings 