A Good Little Girl in a Big Bad World
Poem Like the echoes of a crumpled sketch I threw into a tin waste basket the beats of my heart continue. It is empty except for the ripped, wrinkled, discarded outlines of the...
Tagged: desire
Ode to Him
Poem In my youth I never knew It was then I was suspicious I looked under and above all Yes, completely occupied with mental ambition. Instead of seeing what was contagious Actively going about...
Renewed Intimacy
Haibun My fingers, running gently up and down your bare back. Your gentle moan, as I rub away tension in the tightest muscles surrounding your lower lumbar. Our lips meeting in our kiss. Our...
Ode to Another Time
Poem To this another day To another time lapsed away Where does it take stake in that time When time for us keeps running away Unable to keep a tight grip on time, in...
