Shoe Boxes Hold No More Shoes
Show boxes hold no more shoes But love letters, still unopened Dust blankets pillow coverings Unobstructed and undisturbed The bulbs are...
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- Mar 15
- 1 min
4am
I drive when I can’t sleep. I didn’t do that before. If I could I’d cry out with the coyotes that camp the hills behind my parent’s...
- Mar 3
- 1 min
We are the Daughters and Sons
of closed doors. Locked windows. We hid under covers. Afraid of shadows that walked our hallways. Reflections that hid in bathroom...
- Feb 8
- 1 min
I originally wanted to tear
This part up and leave it for the ghosts for the gravestones and the mourners for the dust-ridden shelves and their friends for and...
- Feb 8
- 1 min
The first time we fall in love
It pours out of us a mess we hold and catch what our hearts can’t hide we stitch it to our clothes and inevitably get dirty Then we...
- Jan 22
- 1 min
Can we put the knives away
and go to bed? I’ve burned my tongue on too many words I didn’t mean. I forget who I am when I’m angry— I hate seeing this place a mess—...
- Jan 22
- 1 min
This Window
For Mrs. Rochester --A masterpiece-- Shatters against the rain. Each drop a life (A moment in time?) I have gotten used to counting...
- Jan 22
- 1 min
Hades and Persephone have a fight
He’d start by telling her she was beautiful. She’d laugh in Old Fashioned and His throat would burn at the bitter taste of it. “You’re...
- Jan 22
- 1 min
Quiet Quarters
Quaint keepsakes commandeer quiet quarters, Quaking quasars and queer quilts, Quirky quotes and quivering quills, Candid quests and...
- Oct 17, 2021
- 1 min
Haikus – Chronos
Glimpses of the sum- mer taste of fresh apricots on the windowsill. Your red tongue is stained You bite and bite and bite yet falling...
- Sep 19, 2021
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Grief is Love without a home
At first, she hid in the pockets Of your favorite corduroy sweater. The one worn only on special occasions. But soon she got too big for...
- Aug 25, 2021
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Love as the Study of Linguistics
They say that love must be easy. That it must come naturally, Like filling your lungs with air Or convincing your heart to beat. I see it...
- Aug 25, 2021
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La Luna Tira
Tonight the ocean hums, 3,000 miles away, On a distant beach Under an intoxicated sky. She is breathless, Jadante, That is to say another...
- Aug 9, 2021
- 1 min
Let me seek refuge
In the thunderstorms of your heart. I’ll stand there quietly, I promise. I’ll offer you an umbrella and we can Watch the darkness swallow...
- Jul 27, 2021
- 1 min
I remember when you asked me
To watch the stars with you. The night was on fire, emblazoned with meteors, Though I stood there shivering Like a sailor lost in a sea...
- Jul 27, 2021
- 1 min
From now on
I want us to be the softest of endings In those messy and crowded theaters, The kind that hushes the rowdiest of us, And pulls bent...
- Jul 16, 2021
- 1 min
A Mature Love Poem
Tea whistling gently on the kettle. An open window. Smudges on rearview mirrors. A bed, neatly folded. A candle slow dancing on the...
- Jun 7, 2021
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Date
She wore a dress the color of old photographs; The kind that knew more about history Than any pair of eyes ever could. And I wonder what...
- May 14, 2021
- 1 min
Moors
Upon the moors a lonely house And man live out their days, Two shadows in a shadowed land, Abhorred, abused, disgraced. He stalks the...
- May 4, 2021
- 1 min
Progress
We are stuck in a cycle of monotony. Of mediocrity at the atrocities At the hands of a system of prophecy Written down by a racist...
- Apr 13, 2021
- 1 min
Endless Summer
We’d stand on rocks and stare at city lights, Proclaim ourselves the kings of endless summer. We’d soar on bikes and boards and all the...
- Apr 13, 2021
- 1 min
Colonel
Smug bastards you’ll never amount to the brilliance of my chicken venue, I lived as I died: Salty, chicken fried, And devoted my life to...
- Mar 30, 2021
- 1 min
I remember when
the two of us sat atop the large brown Cedar oak, staring out at a trail of cars crawling like Ants towards a violent sunset, heading...
- Mar 22, 2021
- 1 min
The Death of Socrates
For June I pictured you like you were made of stone, sturdy and steadfast against the storm, your finger pointing in the air, defiant...
- Mar 16, 2021
- 1 min
The Conductor
Within a land of trees, Beneath a foliage of leaves, There lived a frog, A tiny frog, The leader of a froggy symphony. His pattern was...
- Mar 8, 2021
- 1 min
The Candies
The night truly got away from us, didn’t it? The last thing that I remember is your insistence that we tried your Tasmanian delicacies,...
- Mar 6, 2021
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The Dinner
The staff were lovely, especially the one with the pointed beard the shape of a fine paintbrush, who continually probed us about if,...
- Mar 1, 2021
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The Laboratory
First and foremost, I would like to thank you for allowing us access into your lavish laboratory. There was a rustic, feral feeling to...
- Feb 28, 2021
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The Hummingbird
Stays suspended silently against the tender petals like a ravenous schoolboy The cat stole his tongue As pretty as a flower it hovers...
- Feb 23, 2021
- 1 min
This is for the late nights
and the fireside reveries and the linguistic swing dances and the California fairie balls This is for those of you who shout even when...
- Feb 20, 2021
- 1 min
Mono No Aware
What is the thing about the cherry leaves That melt into the blinding white of snow, Which reminds me of fleeting love received; Where do...
- Feb 15, 2021
- 1 min
The Literary Painter
He was part reader and part painter, part literary lover and part post-impressionist, but most importantly, and above all else, he was a...
- Feb 13, 2021
- 1 min
Tell me about your Saturdays
and how you lost them playing tag with summer shadows in the lemonade and the ice cubes in the attics and the cupboards you hid in and in...
- Feb 8, 2021
- 1 min
Another Love Poem
I want to build something— which is new. All my life I’ve been lazy: Day dreamer instead of a day doer Space cadet instead of space...
- Feb 5, 2021
- 1 min
Used
Put me in your pocket and keep me for later. I can be anything you want me to be as long as I’m used. As long as I’m used. You don’t need...
- Feb 1, 2021
- 1 min
Poetry:Poverty
She tears the words apart into bite- sized chunks, strangles beats desecrates them into soup to feed her children of dreams through cold...
- Jan 28, 2021
- 1 min
Lonely Stoplights
If stoplights could speak, I’m sure they would only give advice: slow down stop go. Repeat. -JC
- Jan 25, 2021
- 1 min
Empty Streets
She walked down the middle of the empty street, stopped, and smiled, because she felt like nobody knew her better in that moment than the...
- Jan 22, 2021
- 1 min
The Restless
There are messages left in the night sky for those who know where to look. Unanswered texts and unfinished letters make up the manuscript...
- Jan 20, 2021
- 1 min
She carried a roll of duct tape around
wherever she went just in case any shooting stars made their way to Earth and crash landed the way we often do. She made sure to repair...
- Jan 18, 2021
- 1 min
He watches like a shadow
Glued to my bedframe I’m afraid to look at He peers peerlessly Buoying like a sinking ship Up and down, down and up Daring me to dare...
- Jan 15, 2021
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At 20,000 Feet
the perilous ground is a bottomless ocean Lights twinkle Beckoning distant ships to shore Blinking Like lovers who speak different...
- Jan 13, 2021
- 1 min
Parched
I plow through the curves of that spread-out valley on my way to her like a raindrop seeking entrance between canyons where maps are not...
- Jan 11, 2021
- 1 min
Sweater
They’re like putting on your favorite sweater: Wrapping you with a love that is yours and yours alone. Whispering in your ears, hugging...
- Jan 8, 2021
- 1 min
Midnight Flight
On certain days he often stayed alone, Aware of how his smile made him look Like an outcast. Alone he stayed till grown, Inside his home...
- Jan 6, 2021
- 1 min
Weather
The night is dark as I awake alone wondering where she might be so I slip my slippers on slide outside the bedroom door and tiptoe to the...
- Jan 3, 2021
- 2 min
Every Time I Start Writing
It gets caught in my throat And I wonder how he must have felt To know that centuries of oppression pushed into his neck Only to remind...
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