A Final Bref Double, Slightly Relaxed


More gray than green this spring too soon undone
By May’s hurried exit. She left without packing,
While June bursts in, taking for herself what’s
Left behind, bouncing on the bed covered in

Roses. Come play, she calls to the rest of us
Hiding behind closed doors, still mourning
Our friend. What will we do without her gentle
Smile and soft touch? She dried our tears when

March lashed out, so cruel. And kissed our cuts
Each time we fell, taking April’s dare to ride
Without training wheels. Impatient June is
Already calling her hot friends. Summer begins

Now. We’re all invited to the party. No crying.
Spring ambled by our side, but summer struts.


One More to Make Up For Last Week


I wish I lived where stars still fill the sky,
Where night’s true darkest nature is revealed.
And trees stretch tall, uncut by road and wire.
Give me mountain views, and sunsets, and the wild.

Build me there a home far from the crowds.
I don’t need neighbors, just a place to heal.
Let me rest on glacial boulders, dreaming clouds.
Storms batter the adult, but cleanse the child.

My prayers burst into flames as lightening’s fire
Carries them to gods who have no names.
What angels will appear, what ghosts draw near?
How many tempered hearts have they beguiled?

Exposed my soul in starlight truths concealed
From heart and mind, what spirit most desires.

Didn’t Forget, Just Didn’t Bother


lost in an ancient wood
spirit falls back through time
lives past flash silently
who am I with no name

lost I’ve done all I could
searching the way back home
tangled in memories
why do they look the same

lost in a simple rhyme
following word by word
new paths I write myself
I am the one to blame

what is the likelihood
of escaping this paradigm

I Forgot to Write Yesterday


midnight held his breath and slipped away,
closing the door behind him with a soft click
he left me dreaming of a different life,
and I was happy for a moment alone

midnight left the room, left room for day
to slide into my bed and curl around me
easing under covers warmed in darkness
cooling touch on fever, passion lit, love grown

midnight’s love never-lasting, alive
only while I dream. day is death’s chill stabbing
my open heart, no dream, a waking knife
its sun-point sharpened, whet on stolen moonstone

let me sleep, just sleep, dear midnight stay
let me live my dreams, there is no afterlife

Still Stuck On That Storm


Lightening dances in the clouds,
Trees wink in and out of being,
A flash of green and gone.
Wind kisses windows slammed shut.

Is this the storm that wakes me?
I long to feel the thunder,
But it’s timid, barely loud
Enough to hear. It’s not what

Shakes me. The storm surrounds me,
Yet I feel nothing. Stale air,
Hot with my own sweat, safe on
The inside. I wait hours, but

Am unmoved, wrapped in a shroud
I wove from leftover yawns.

Coming and Going


I watch you walk away, all fight and pride.
My fastest run can’t catch you now you’ve gone.
Young love eloped with laughter long ago.
Find them if you dare and ask them why.

I wish I had a place still at your side.
Together we could search the world to find
Those pieces of ourselves we’ve let escape,
The pieces of ourselves we left to die.

I want you to look back at me and know
I wait for you, still hoping you’ll return.
My mind says let you go, my heart is torn.
My silence holds a space for that goodby.

I will not speak aloud those words. I tried.
Let silence hold instead our next hello.

If It Hears My Prayers


I wait for you to notice that I’m here—
The color that returns after the rain,
The lilac-scented air, the baby’s laugh,
The melody you hear when lost in prayer.

I wait for you to notice, but your fear
That you are all alone is all you feel.
My gentle touch you brush away. No signs
Are strong enough to prove to you I care.

I wait for you to notice that this pain
Does not belong to you and you alone.
Together we can heal your wounded heart.
I’ll safely keep the secrets that you share.

I wait for you to notice, but it’s clear
You don’t believe my love. I wait in vain.