Peals of laughter echo around me,as elbows nudge ribs,veggies enter broth,mouths slurp rice cakes,and each face tells a story. It’s been so long since we’ve sat,encircling a boiling potand a million side dishes,sitting on the floor,surrounded by these loves. I listen to every inflection.I notice every smile.I feel every story. I dip some noodles fromContinueContinue reading “Noodles”
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Forest
Ferns surround ustouching our thighs andreachingout Our handsstretch out in returnever so gentlyfondling the spores hugging the bottom of the leaves Redwoods tower overheadeven larger than remembered,strong and resistantto the flames of earth Evergreen sanctuaries that fill the skyreturnto the heavens andsoften our gaze Soourfaint hearts listen to theethereal silence Tofellourrighteous goals This Poem wasContinueContinue reading “Forest”
Tranquil
the days I sit about,sensingthe breeze in my hairthe salt in my nostrilsthe waves in my earsthe sun in my skin are the days I long for nothing elsesimply to existto breathe and beto love and disliketo touchand ignoreand stay in the moment to allow all of myself allow all of myself all of myselfContinueContinue reading “Tranquil”
Sand
Time kept in a glassA memory in a bottleA day between the toesA quiet moment in a box With bouncing kneesWith watery eyesWith floating volley ballsWith pulled rakes Her body shifts and moves to the changesMy mind dances around the fires and the rosesOur eyes close and remember the sun on the inside of ourContinueContinue reading “Sand”
Coffee and Donuts (or Sonder)
Stir and look upto see the faceof a personjust passing by. Nibble and tastesugar and dough. Don’t dwell too longon the idea…Everyone doeshave their own life Rest and enjoyBitter sweet existence. This was written as a Patreon reward for Bailey.
Foreign
Foreign To seeVoirVedereVer보다 We’ll see.Wait and see.I’ll believe it when I see it.Do you see it?We’ll see. Our eyes must always be openEven when we’re restingOtherwise we cannot behold the wonders we might be missing. Painted clouds and candy floss with rainbows on our faces. Maybe our childhoods passed too fast, the running blurs ofContinueContinue reading “Foreign”
Blarney
would you kiss mefor a sweet tonguelike so many others or will you just glance or pour through me it seems so longsince i have not beenusedabused maybe if you justsatspokelistened my cold touchwould no longer suityou or them yet here you arehanging downside uplips pursedand tongue expectant This was written as a Patreon rewardContinueContinue reading “Blarney”
Cityscapes
Golden reflections off leaves pierce my eyesas thorns reach through wrought iron bars,their touch less delicate than the pink petals would imply.The grey beneath my feet carries mepast the scent of boiling oil and roasting meat and melting cheeseand the cried greetings of the Egyptian manperched against a green chair in front of the woodenContinueContinue reading “Cityscapes”
My Journey through Dandelion Symphony
I recently had the chance to beta read and critique a preview of Dandelion Symphony, a poetry collection by one of my closest friends, Azelyn Klein. It was such an interesting experience going back through poems I helped edit or was there for when they were written or had read a hundred times because ofContinueContinue reading “My Journey through Dandelion Symphony”
Butter
This poem is still a bit of a work in progress and will be a part of a presentation I’m doing at a local artist event in a few weeks. As you might have noticed, I’m a baker. But I’ve only been baking the last couple of years. I used to be envious of thoughContinueContinue reading “Butter”
A Boggus Life 