I sit in this bookstore where I feel detached from the young and too young to be the old. Miles away, memories come in with the fog and rest their toes at the edge of the water. The only promise of life is the sound of fury from beyond what only the lost can see.Continue reading “Sitting at Powell’s”
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Yellow Polka Dot
In my yellow polka dots, I had no notion I didn’t match and no idea you didn’t care. God we were so young then – and reckless, just not reckless enough.
Denied and Deprived
And before I die I assure you I’ll cry over that first kiss, denied and deprived over many oceans and beyond anyone’s notion of what could have been, preventing what should have been. I suppose it all comes to its destined end, despite our legacies, our family, our friends. For the heart wants what itContinue reading “Denied and Deprived”
Morning Dew
On teardrops and rose petals, I come to you, slipping through your window, just past the morning dew. I touch you with a whisper, kiss you with my heart, an echo from the past, a promise in the dark. Your body moves alongside me, beyond the years and past the many miles in this placeContinue reading “Morning Dew”