Once Upon A Night (In A Dreamy Place They Met)
Love Poem Once upon a night (in a dreamy place they met) As I lay at your side, Caressed by your exhale Your sounds echoing o’er the silence Your arms holding with every breathe...
Category: Poetry
A Snapshot of Bicycling around Bruges
I can’t remember how I met them. Or their names. They were college students abroad, like me. We rented bikes, toured the city and surrounding countryside. We visited the city square first, where the...
Belgium Brew Reminiscence
Belgian Saison, a lager served at a Suffern bar with an English pub feel and an American look. Brick-walled, with dark-salmon and mustard-yellow facades. Surrounded by poets, all writing. Do I feel like one...
Shifting Sands
Poem The moon hangs low In a crimson sky Shifting sands upon A shining shore I see here standing there She is still I can see how the wind plays With her golden...
Heart: A Short Pantoum
Pantoum Poem The heart must crack. To accept more love, first it will break. It will become full and burst into one thousand sparking bits. To make room, the heart must split its seams...
Mind The Gap
Poem I was reading Fear and Loathing for the first time in years, when a train appeared at the station and footsteps filled my ears. As the platform cleared I noticed a girl...
Brooms Out Back
The broom rests against the vinyl siding adjacent to the storm door. Its yellow bristles scatter out like unkempt hair from one side. A black foam guard overlays a gray plastic staff. Mira steps...
Beyond the Horizon
Poem I want to feel Close to existence Outside me, outside cities And suburbs and streets, Outside humanity, Something closer to the movement of the light, The sun moving across the sky, The sight...
Into and Out of
A moth emerges from the darkness outside. A touch on glass, a blurring of wings and it returns. Flying through a reflection of the kitchen, as though it made it inside. fallen leaves on...
Barton Orchard Experience
A smooth trip to Barton Orchard in Poughquag, NY—until the last 2 miles. A long, stop-and-go line of traffic behind an inspecting sheriff at a T-junction stalls our progress before our last turn. Summer-esque...
