China white blossomsstar-tipped by a passing showerwave silent hello to a passing dogoblivious traveller searching for snacksleft behind by privileged millennialsexchanged for avocado toastcareful not to drip on designer jeanswhile tik-tok watches.Blossoms swirl pell-mellin a sudden gustsniffed by a passing dogthen left for a corner of avocado toaststar-tipped by a
Poetry
I have been writing poetry since the 2nd grade. Why stop now?
Poetry
Play It Loud
play it loud – crank it,let it speak out – higher, higher.play it hard – vibrate the mouse off my desk… …faster, faster altecs hum – louder,rattle the blinds – one more time.let it flow – inside,outside of you – and listen.can you hear voices?singing for you – boogaloo?Want to
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The Sound of Starlight
The sound of starlighttwinklinglike the keysof my Father’s pianoreflected in the flickerred glow of a hurricaneperched above his smilecasting shadowsfrom his chinto my ears50 years afterI last walkedthe salty shaleand sat silentlisteningin the dark and windwrapped tightin the blanketof my memories. ml’24 My Father lived a simple life wrapped around
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Cherry Picked Salvation
Cherry picked salvationtablet from the mountin piecesshredded verse by verseand inspectedlike the bonesof a dead chickenin the marketon Saturday nightthe message lostin the shatteringone by oneof neighbours caughtin the malevolenceof cherry pickingbefore the sermonSunday morning. ml’24 (I followed a thread on the amazing Janis Ian’s Facebook page where one lost
Poetry
The Glimmer of Gratitude
We march forward one foot at a time,plodding towards the line that separatespresent from past tense,at times feeling the cold rain sluicingdown your back beneath your collar,until a wet nose nuzzles your armand licks your hand,and in that moment you feelthe glimmer of gratitudeknowing you live in the nowinstead of
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A Touch like Lightning
Across the miles I feel youwatchinglower lip underbiting down hardand wondering…yes, I miss you…And in the spaces of timereserved for nothingI hear you callingpointingto where your hair streamslike a wave in the waterhappy eyessmirkas you reachmany years awayone finger pointedto my heartwith a touch like lightning. ml-2002