Category Poetry

Side by side we contemplate
Until, moldering unashamed,
We are carried away.

Your first words, first steps
trembling on uncertain ground
become false teeth and a walker

I know my bags were filled
    with scraps of anger
    still sharp enough to cause a paper cut on my hands

He struggled to compose himself,
while I watched. Some things
never change.

You didn’t plan on icy rain
touching your skin so unpleasantly.
So rudely, really.

how I twirl and slither
skither and skatter
in scented words of my own design.

Oh if I had succeeded
if I had had my wish
we never would have met

Split me open til the alphabet soup spilled out

"Tell me, son,
Are you afraid of the dark?"
"No,
But I am afraid of darkness."

my mother
bought me a latte
               in a drably fancy
                              park cafe