Why am I the unbeliever?Because I never trusted you?Cruel and deceitful Always expecting meTo be perfect and holyLike you, oh pious man You told me I was meantFor something more thanWhat was given to me.On God’s green earthThat it’s my destinyMy sole purpose The days grew into weeksWeeks grew into monthsMonths passed into yearsNo prayers answered ...

Do you remember the day we walked between the bays? You tucked bits of rainbow into your pocket and dived through the layers with a palette knife. We followed the sea wall, meandered in and out of secret gardens, toward the pier. We found a spot to rest. I unwrapped our sandwiches while you looked ...

Bewildered at life I look at myself When shall I cross This moment despair Hate fills my body Wretched design No fuel to continue Empty on air This passage I ponder Shall it bring light? Or darkness of mind Hollow I drift My conscious betrays me Ode to the night For glory I’m sure Will ...

I have cried tears that could fill buckets. I cried tears when those very buckets turned to cold showers-cold, breath-catching. Then catching and cutting my heart, deep and sudden. I have cried tears that have turned into oceans. I would gladly cross for those that would follow after me.I know plenty who would never risk jumping a puddle to ...

I put feet to pavement.Rivulets of melted snowcascade in the gulley.I run at its paceadmiring the claritybeauty, and purityof the water.we both proceed swiftlyin the same direction. Motivation is fickle.Clear, blue skies lureme outside for a run.I crave sunshine and grapesI run toward Springbut the snow meltsaway from it.Still, we run in the same direction ...

Sunshine blinds and the skies are sparkling blue. Don’tbe fooled: it’s frigid. Photo courtesy of Mohamed Hassan from Pixabay.

Is the sky starting to fall?If the answer is yes, can I take shelter in your arms?If your answer is no, can I still be in your arms?If the sky and earth collide into one another, will you still search for me?Because I know I would search for you tirelessly.  Is the sky starting to ...

The weight of his hand in mine pinned me to him, like heated lead or softened steel.   Skin to skin- whiskey neat against peached porcelain.   “I’m listening.”   Two words, a command, really. Meant to bridge the deepening gorge between us.   Silence. Swirls of phrases stained the tip of my tongue, but ...

Where there once was a burning passion There is now a wick drowned in wax Where there once was a lively phoenix There is now a pile of ash Where there once was combustion There is now a broken-down vessel Where there once was a garden There are now broken stems and petals Where there ...