Category: poems

It’s strange that out here, without fail
Every Sunday I get mail
Missives come from far and wide
From planets I was sure had died…

Flicker, flicker, candlelight
Shine in shadows, shifting
Soot is thicker than the night
On the currents, drifting
Hollow hands will grasp you tight…

OH NO
The unicorns got into the liquor cabinet again
Everything’s a shambles
Don’t look at me!
I’m not cleaning this up…

I remember the smell of my grandmother’s kitchen
Remember the scent of my grandfather’s beard
I remember the perfume, so stark and bewitching
Of garlic and savory steaks being seared
I remember the tea brewed from something called tilia…

Acorns. Scorned by humans
Pinecones, too
Wasteful, wasteful
With things that are tasteful
Prized by squirrelkind

I climb up the mountain, in ritual garb
Once white, now full dusty and rent
My legs have been torn by the plentiful barbs
That grow on this path of ascent
I yearn for the summit, I long for the peak

I mustn’t eat it – this I know
Because my Master told me so
“This here is Bubbles. He’s my fish”
“He is a friend – not Kitty’s dish”
So I resolved to undertake a mission…

  A blank space here for all the stories that never were. A moment of silence for those not lost but never found. Drops in a sea of nothing-sound. A white expanse for words unwritten, poems unspoken An audience’s hush still unbroken Songs unsung and strings unstrung and threads unspun to literary gold. A blank…