Nothing Between

If I am the sky            and you are the earth,then what is there between us?If only the horizon            keeps us apartthen we share only the breath of the stormand the kiss of the rain            passing between us.If I am the night            and you are the day,then only we meet at twilight,and hold in that moment           ... Continue Reading →


Fire your gift to meand now I burn,upon this pyremy heart laid bare,to be devouredby the flames,by your gift;exposed the soulfor what it isand what it is not –alive in our breath,and memory,only to diewhen both are lost,ashes consumedby the ghost of love.But if not for the spark,I would not burn,I would not be,and there... Continue Reading →


Faltering, we fade,forgetting            who                        what                                    whywe are.Giving too much,            too easy,                        too fast,taking for grantedthat it will begiven in return.Knowing from the beginningthat it wasn’t meant to be,            wasn’t intended,                        wasn’t expected.In the end, the lights dim            and into darkness                        we fade.


  Darkness descending,deepening black;a storm is comingthere’s no turning back.This war I’m waging,bitter and hollow;my soul is ragingstill this path I follow.This fire consumingburning and coldblood in veins boilingthe anger takes hold.Shadow unfolding,night closing in,the heart is now burningcloaked in my sin.Iron I’m tasting,my longing is deep,the beast I am freeingfrom secrets I keep.I am... Continue Reading →

Trimming the Fat

Last night was particularly interesting for me, breaking a short bout of writer's block by coming up with a dozen new pieces. Tehcnically, I suppose that two of my pieces are really one, since the shorter one is just lines from the original longer piece. What happened is that I wrote the original piece, then... Continue Reading →


For you,I am waiting,and I take comfort knowingyou won’t let me down. In time we’ll meetand I will gladly greet you,rising to meet youface to face.Until then though,I must breatheand I must be,because I am,now.


Lines are drawnand crossed,and back again,deepened.Dragging acrossthe pages of historythe poet’s pen,sometimes skippingand missingbut alwaysleaving its mark.Shadows and shadesbetween the spacesmarking momentsthat may be erasedand in time forgotten,but still affectingthe canvas,even if unseen.Even the swiftest strokeswith purpose drawnhave their part to play. 

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