The Seekers
Tell me you love me with ways beyond words Where our minds hope to reach Past the snows of Kilimanjaro From heated positions upon the plains Through points above the horizon Where what we...
Author: Kristen Green
December 24, 2014
It’s so nice to be here Leaned upon the other As we are wont to do Two souls beside each other on the couch It’s snowing? No, you’re just seeing things Lit by the...
Gourmet Spam
Good morning — I hope you can join me tomorrow Your kind attention; please do not be surprised by my email I have a question that I hope you can answer for me The...
The Fields
Sometimes ideas breeze through my mind as winds in a wheat field That ebb and flow in the misty haze, dancing a dance they cannot ever have learned And I think that is the...
Not a Sonnet
Take me to the place where promises go to die I think my heart is waiting there for you Holding out its remainders and saying, “Whatever’s left is yours, if you want it” It’s...
Lost & Found
It escapes me not that in Grand Central That there’s a Lost and Found center Since Grand Central, and New York City itself, Is often the harbinger of those seeking what they have not...
Writing, 10/28
One tick to the right and I’m off Running like it was the path that I meant to follow all along Arms before face to protect it from the brambles and the branches That...
Ingredients
Let’s cook without recipes selecting the parts and allowing them to meld to melt into one another and become this thing that we could not imagine when we first started You are as butter...
The First Day of Autumn
Shall we mourn the departed or dance on their graves How can the embers of this death burn so brightly against this crisp air These fresh hopes ignited by a season sprung by the...
