Love Bytes aka An Amalgam of Time I. I am the whisper of knowing wrapped around stones you have tossed carelessly to skim across water unconcerned about their destiny as they sink into the deep. II. Midnight slipped over the curve of your palms inscribing her wisdom in sharp tongued strokes leaving her language tattooed…
Things I Pray About ( just in case it works) Every heart I bumped into without apology hasty and prolonged goodbyes sweet blossoms that give me joy with extra love to the lilacs. Touches that knew me the first time and the last – waters that love me until I heal- every shade…
Descendants and Dreamers The sky is ever bound to witness the way humans ignite like fire creating beauty and chaos- destined to ashes and memory that will fill the heavens and hell of their own making. Stars know the way I look at you from inside – the shadows of the moon winding radiance through…
The Lilac Thief Lilacs are not sexy and this is not a sexy poem. I wanted to write a silky poem describe the intoxicating fragrance of lilacs in full bloom. I wanted to conjure memories and tie them with a pliable metaphor and an absolute adulation. The lilac spirits had other things in mind. Lilacs…
Watermarks A soft voice masks the fierce currents of desire and memory left behind – in stories now told by shifting stones and river banks. Forever bound and forever lost to each other these forces surrender what they cannot hold to the river currents that answer only to movement and change. How do we…
You Are My Reservation You are earth and tears spirit and destruction disease and redemption sunrise and fear laughter and addiction shoreline and anger battles and babies memories and dogs smoke and surrender ancestors and collisions endings and songs first snow and the last dream made perfect in each torn truth that finds its…
A Special Light Beautiful one as you descend from the tears of your grandmother and stumble through your mother’s fog remember the light inside you. It is always there. I remember a walk by the water seeing your weary spirit held up by awkward bones of a youth being sacrificed to a history…
In a Swan Song Surrender is the only answer to a swan song. It holds a venerable cadence that is impossible to disregard- even in the everything of the struggles before its crooning reverberations echoed relentlessly against the bone guardians surrounding the heart- now helpless to its regal landing of one returning home to a…
Montana Mermaid Blues This is my contribution to the collective love and good wishes for a struggling man who sings healing and laughter from the truth in his heart. A Selfish Kind of Love Poem My sister is a loyal person. Much more than me in many ways. When it comes to music she has…
River Heart
A River Heart I have not lived a perfect life but I live an honest one most of the time in the spaces between love and reason where precarious choices fall to their destiny. Staying honest no matter how vulnerable it feels – knowing truth is capable of changing the story to save itself from the burden of…
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