I stand

Brown and distorted like old winter leaves hopes, wishes, needs, litter the ground where once dew drops foretold happiness in their own unique glitter and shine. Trees acquiesce to the chill of the times and adopt a grave and sombre repose as a way of convincing the inbred beautiful to sleep away grief until born [...]

I do not want …

I do not want to be a woman who believes there’s a reason for the tears that fall continually. I do not want to be a woman so in need that life a chore untenable and love a means to grieve. I do not want to be a woman with a memory that overtakes my [...]

The shudder/shake

‘twas not the spark of passion nor the advent of desire but the shudder/shake of terror brought up from her recalls. It’s not to say she didn’t know love hovered near to still her fear but so much more she needed then to make of life a good event. It didn’t come. She called again, [...]

Where is the river

I guess this is unrequited love!

Where does one go?

A poem inspired by unrequited love.

So says the dream

From within the heartache overspills and cuts grooves within contentment to make of volcanoes matchbox toys lined up for keen inspection for nought can equal or outmatch the energetic free-fall force of a woman’s tears. But pooled within and confined behind barriers of maturity they call forth a brighter, hotter, sun into the deep interior [...]