tapas
the other girls were only tapas good for a drink or two you are a five-course feast (originally published in Three Line Poetry)
the other girls were only tapas good for a drink or two you are a five-course feast (originally published in Three Line Poetry)
Young hearts in old bodies produce beautiful bouquets Where gnarled roots cross mimosas bloom. The solitary crocus which pierced the frozen ground when we first met is ready to be plucked and woven in your hair We wed as… Read more ›
We are two watches set for different time zones. I steal across the bedroom like a thief pants draped over my arm shoes and socks in hand while you sleep on. I clean up after lunch while you sit… Read more ›
My heart had become a lonely house, abandoned at lands end, deaf to the complaints of the wind and the clamorous cries of the terns, its empty rooms echoing only the tumultuous roar of the surf at midnight When… Read more ›
Why do you draw the sheets over your head and shrink from the day? Is it because your father taught you life was an aching tooth to be endured until they finally removed it? Or that friends’ fatal illnesses began… Read more ›
They came running when they heard the crash in the ravine and found our car resting on its roof like a defeated beast, its doors swung wide its wheels still spinning, its horn still blearing. I screamed your name and… Read more ›
The languorous nights of summer are already a distant memory. The chilly mornings tug at us like an insistent suitor begging for a dance You’ve known the bitterness of love gone stale, the plague of war, the awful trembling… Read more ›
From our Hobbit housenestled betweenorchids and canna lillieswith a garden of bromeliadssprouting from its roof,you can hear the ghostly howlsof the monkeysthe bereft cries of the owlsthe electric trilling of the birdsthe honking of pink-tongued geeseas they strut up and… Read more ›
your toothbrush next to mine encased in red plastic lest I mistake it for my own our sweaters hanging like old friends on the same peg our jeans and socks comingled on the floor our limbs enlaced like branches molded… Read more ›
We haven’t had an easy time of it but our troubles are now vanished like an insubstantial dream. We wed as players in a Shakespearean romance. Caliban sits caged no longer able to wreak havoc on our temporal isle. A… Read more ›