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The Right Roses

I put down the canvas bag and pushed it over to her ankles. She was still sleeping. I pulled open the zipper and grabbed the three dozen roses in my right hand, and then...

Stone 0

Sentience – Part Two

“The stone talked to me again last night.” Judith was making a pot of coffee at the kitchen counter. Three weeks since they created a philosopher’s stone and the kitchen still smelled like chemicals....

Food 0

Food?

I am unsure how I would like to enjoy you Are you an appetizer A palate cleanser A sense awakener A teaser, not quite enough to soothe my hunger But enough to get me...

Happiness Poems, Sad Car 0

Happiness, Again?

Happiness Poems   Happiness, Again? She, the wife of his youth ne’er replaced her who bore him in time. His coming forth, a spitting cobra of bitterness not weaned but sharpened baby teeth, in reincarnation. No...

Dreamy Peak 0

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...

Sweater 0

Heart’s Sweater in Blustery Weather

I fashioned a sweater with sleeves That I’d wear my heart on, you see Pinned in plain sight Steady and bright Pulsing like waves in a breeze I stitched threads together quite tightly That...

Christmas 0

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...

Labor of Love, love quotations 0

Labor of Love

Poem Whatever I did I didn’t do to impress. It was me being what you gave to me. The science to what we achieved changed our culture. Nourished by what believed To be a...

Boy 1

Seeing You

I see you. All the parts. Even the ones you don’t think you show. I feel I hear your soul talking to me, revealing the essence of who you are. I see it. In...

Love Poems, Me and the Balloons

First

Love Poems   There is a face I love. A skin I crave to press against. Eyes I never refuse. Ears perked and stretched at my wrestling cries. Hands I must handle. Legs that...

Playful Cat 0

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...

Sunset Hair 0

A Marigold May Wonder

Cherish to weep A wish to die To know Pain I lay in the Sun but I am not the Sun I feel the warmth The sky is clear I feel the sadness but...