8:05 a.m. (10-3-16)

I'll remember that look.

I could feel it
burning through my eyelids.
I could hear my breathing
and imagine it in sync
with your blinking.

I didn't dare open my eyes
for fear of you
closing yours
and losing this moment
in the flutter
of our lashes.

3-13-16

I was drowning
but I'm in the ocean
and everything
is peaceful

the waves
the stars
the sand

it's a spell.

February 2016

I’m running,
I’m running to something
that’s always too far out of my reach.
I’m chasing,
I’m chasing the clock 
and everything it holds.
it rolls
it rolls on,
laughing in my face.
taunting me.

I am fluid and in control
and everything in between.
I pick at the grass below
to buy me some time
but it’s all backward
and it’s all swirling
out of control
out of control
out of control
out

12-6-15

Remember when we
were sun kissed
in the waters
bliss
the spell of the wind
through our hair

2-28-15

His hands were mysterious.

They cracked and curved,

stories held captive.

They were universes unexplored,

beyond reach.

They were deeper than the darkness,

more beautiful than the swaying tunes.

His hands were the night sky.

2-27-15

Barren trees
scream,
the piercing air.

Washed out skies
accept the silence
as their new language.

A chill
leaving the earth
agape.

12-4-14

And any minute
there’d be one I recognized,

one I’d seen in my head 
several times before.

The beat of the patters on my window 

cause me to shake, 

my body tense with anticipation.

A light

Another

another

and a streak of water falling away,

Yet my eyes do not move

except to the beat

of the words through my thoughts,

turning and weaving.

I do not look away.

Shadows of what has been seen 
disappear.

My mind ticks 

in anxious await.



(But nothing ever came

of that moment

or of those pats

and shakes

and ticks.)