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Poem “Willow”
Published: Mississippi Crow Magazine, Fall 2009. Willow, of a specter’s dream, breatheYou fell lightly down the dew-covered wellLike a broken feather your bones whistleCaught up in the wind of your endYou forget whyWhat ironyIt dispels all that is youCrack against the dry bottomIt becomes uselessYou don’t even remember who pushed
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Poem “The Eyes May See Differently”
Salt scraped from eyesWhere, oh where are youBorn with brittle sightI think no lessPitted spiritLeft to mournBroken nyeCast the mold of myselfTo make anew without youBut spark no more, glazed the mindMeek no more, the shadow of my moldAlways lined with vile selfOh, tender self wakeWhat I made masters over meBut dawn burns no moreGrinning despairThe smile kills the truthAnimal to myselfI know not where to goAlways it ends in revengeTo whatTo ourselves, foolish childThis convoluted shellBreathe no moreAnd dancing…
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Poem “Respite”
We all carry a hope for respiteSuch wishful plightsLet us remember the night We yearnAnon the sightWe look to said yonderAway whence we cameTo houses sterile and newAnd untouch glades, lush, unwalkedOnly to watch Forgone childish play, childish toys Yes, the magic diesWith a sighOur skin crinklesOur eyes narrowOur souls hunched in crumbled bodies Yes, the magic diesTill child we see once moreAnd in the sparkle of their eyesWe either cringeOr know whence we cameAnd laugh the glee of respite and see…
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Poem “Gone”
I, as you, walk down this road of broken glassIt dulls the mind with discord – memory It is instinct to look back What else is there to do, but move on to feeble hopeLost is the string of the grey stained pathThe pavement is crackedThe land withers in the mirror of the glazed eyeWhat have we song our lives to becomeHow can we scrape ourselves together Into a semblance of existence It is trueOur nails cannot bite deep enoughOur screams cannot pierce loud enoughOur…
