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Wisteria Drifting Down

Wisteria petals lately drifting down,  The past renews, the city draws me back To haunts, remembrance, loving aches resolved, And yet she still invades my fretful thoughts, A laugh that echoes off the stuccoed walls To fall among the steps we left behind. Tripping cobbled streets on skipping feet, That shared a space, embracing, dancing softly  As a treat, a joyous, sweet delight. ...Read On


Just Dare

Ever been scared to open your heart, To leap into that unknown place, Not sure to give your love away, To look in the mirror, a doubt on your face. Ever been addicted to a fainthearted man, To give your all with feelings of hope, Not ready to lose what you desperately need, To stay despite not being able to cope. Ever been hurt so badly your soul is scarred, To promise there won’t be...Read On


Until The Grass, Settles At Last.

...sorrow of painful cries.

While clutching a broach to my chest, skirmishing with the Johnny Rebs at the battle of Shenandoah Valley, near the Blue Ridge mountains... 1864. As tall as I could, I stood among fallen comrades, in meadows of shadow woods, tasting the blood being shed and the sorrow of painful cries. The burst of cannon rolled like thunder beneath a noonday summer, with the breeze of a...Read On


The Raspberry Farmer

You were a man Of average height Light green eyes And thinning hair Light green eyes And bitten nails She was slight Her flowered dress And knitted sweater Soft curled hair So ladylike She was your second choice She knew She never was, would be the one Life, not death would part you In some ways Far more cruel Leaving her With the pretty little house Worth $4 million Or so In those...Read On


Shared emotions with the moon

I watch the moon through the window, and the moon looks down and sees me, I raise my hand and with it my glass, showing to him my whisky. His face has always looked so sad, its scarred surface portraying,  a loneliness I understand, our joy for life delaying. He used to be part of our earth, before we were separated,  remembering the comfort of being whole, not fractured and...Read On


When Is It Time

When is it time to walk away, when he ignores you for days? When is it time to guard your heart, when he would rather talk to someone else? When is it time to give up,  when he treats you like you're nothing? When is it time to take things at face value,  when he steadily walks away from you? I wish I had the answers to my questions,  I wish you'd see how this back and forth...Read On


Gazing Hell

To gaze upon hell as your deliverance.

Heaven was sold as a beautiful place;  filled with the golden light serene.  I travelled there with the fullness of grace;  ready for places I was yet to have seen. Heaven was there as a shining testament; to all I had done and all I had known.  Heaven was there as a glowing reminder;  of all things that I rejected once grown. I was never a dangerous sort;  heaven was made for girls like...Read On

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That Something

There’s something about your face  That makes me want to laugh  In a kind of mean-spirited way--  Maybe the freckles half-obscuring your skin  Or the fluffy uni-brow  Perhaps also the distinct crook in your nose  They make me want to giggle and poke at you  Like a child fascinated by something ‘different’  I don’t know why, but I want to laugh  When I see your face. There’s...Read On


She who?

It never fails...

Why does it always have to be That other she instead of me? Or anyone really Why's it gotta be she She is not nice She is not mean She is the past Our future is unseen She's not your Queen. You take the blame At every false claim You played the game And changed your name And now you know It will never be the same. But you try. Why? You try, fail, cry, And I want to know why! I...Read On



We seemed to be words and skin, just seeking passage, some part of you may never return to me. It could have been no other way, our roaring need, this incandescent edge. Something opens in you when longing grips, clenches around so tight, I can only answer the call in shivers. Even with the knowledge that I cannot be touched the same afterwards. To see you glow so bright as you...Read On


Old Pewter Can, 1862

In a tin can is a letter I penned, On the Tennessee River near Shiloh, While laying mortally wounded.  Shot by a Yankee in uniform of blue, In a peach orchard... 1862. As I cast my eyes to Heaven above, Waiting for the last twang of a harp,  I feel your breath upon my soul, Carrying me home to Old Dixie  And the pecan fields of home. And when the good Lord has roll call, I'll...Read On


It's okay to be me.

An attraction between individuals. May it be GLBTQ. A man. A woman. A transgender. Or all, whatever. Shouldn't matter. A heart connection. Is a heart connection. An attraction. Is an attraction. There is already too much control... Humanity is not really free... Who has the right to say for me? What is right. What is wrong. My thoughts and feelings are mine. Mine alone, not yours or...Read On

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Are You Ready To Dance?

Are you ready to dance? Allow me to help you up, Your steps will be unsteady, Do not fret or worry, I’ll let go when you are ready. Are you ready to perform? The lights are bright, Shining in my eyes, I look to him for support, As he’s helping me to rise. Are you ready to dance? A smile upon my face, Raised on pointed toes, Taking a deep breath, My eyes begin to close. Are you...Read On


The Barrel Key

A home for an old key.

Discarded, thought lost One time it meant more Presently old and worn Cast aside in a drawer Forgotten through years Its value diminished Tarnish eclipsing A once lustrous finish Stem and shoulder chipped Bow battered and worn The latch set corroded Long since forlorn Unexpectedly found Warmth comfort and trust Held now in her hand “Keep it safe please, you must.” My guardian, she...Read On

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The Wait

Dreaming of a lover...

And so on, towards the year’s end, Time devours all, And lovers seek salvation, in the arms of lovers. The grandfather clock in the hall ticks, And she sips tea, through scarlet lips, An auburn curl, loose across her cheek; She watches raindrops, Running down the pane. And somewhere he, To the roar of breaking waves, And the light of a guttering candle, Writes...Read On


My Vow

I pledge my love.

I will follow you through the trials of life and walk right beside you as your loving wife. I have seen your strengths and your weaknesses, too; and, I hope all that I am, I will compliment you. I hereby accept your token of love, blessed by our Father from His throne above. I take your arm as I face life with you; becoming as one where we started as two....Read On


Drunk Sentry

"Mixing memory and desire..."

Drunk tonight, I see Memory will not be still— As desire will. Desire silent, I thought myself free awhile— Of your departed smile. But you are there, love, For memory, drunk like me— Yet sees more clearly. That Boston evening, I half-tricked your bra away— Baez, Dylan, play. Your young professor Sucked each secret, perfect breast-- How could you protest?...Read On


Gone Alone

It happens too often

Something happened today, Strange in every way, You up and left, You’ve gone away, Again today. What did I say? Why didn’t you stay? Was it all pretend? No beginning or end, I should have known, You weren’t my friend, You weren’t anything then. Who are you? What did I do? Will I ever find out? What filled you with doubt? Did you know all along, What this is about? Imaginary clout. ...Read On


Love poem

There are a few lushies, who found their way into my heart. I hope they realize, this is for them.

You have entered my life Through a keyboard and screen And you've entered my heart Before I even had seen How you look on the outside But I really don't care For you showed me your soul By the things that you share And I think you are awesome And I know that you will Be around when I need you When I'm feeling a chill That you'll hug from a distance But the warmth will...Read On



So many positions to try

Naked, skin on skin Lips, on hips, moving in The first position, you on top Moving, shifting, bodies drifting Bodies entwined Positions changing, turning, playing Your lips on mine, sweet sixty nine Filling me with wanton lust Your beating chest against my breast The second position, me on top Riding, grinding, open, exposed Your fingers help to bring me close ...Read On


Down An Old Gravel Path

Alone at taps, Down an old gravel path. Signed, sealed and delivered, By a tandem of believers With six white corsages. And I in my sanctum berth, Lay in a garden of granite, Pushing up dirt, Down an old gravel path. As you molly-coddle a tear, In the still of an angel's breath,  Sitting beneath a magnolia tree, Sipping widow's tea. Like quiet dandelion seeds blow,...Read On

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It was something so very simple, only complicated by memory's kindling when we sought out what torches would light the way back to each other. So I'll tell you what I remember, no sugary wistful longing because I'm already too tempted to mythologize you and I into something else. You'd rather know I was clutching the raw epicenter of this instead. I remember your hand reaching out,...Read On


I Love You So

I love him for who he is.

I love you so much more each day, I'm glad you decided to stay. We have a love that will not fade, I feel so good, no more afraid. You protect me from life's hard fray and make me feel our love's okay. With all the ways we yearn to play, and all decisions we have weighed. I love you so. You hold my heart in every way, I listen close to all you say. There's nothing in our lives I'd...Read On


à la mort

As close as a beetle's eye, I scribble amore,  Silently sifting sand in my dreams,  Prosing with a sluice of swill. As Goth is to still, my quill scribes, Of bamboozling phantoms and ghosts. Grasping naught my sorrows, As a shadow overcomes a pantomime, With mythical kisses, in poetic lines, As close as a beetle's eye, I scribble amore. Now that winds of spiritual wings,  ...Read On



Once By the flame flare in your eyes With pupils drawn I realized As you lit that cigarette Fire taking hold Upon its end Tendril smoke curls up And out Tobacco sulphur scents Swirl 'round That You would never let me go You’d taken hold Within my soul Sometimes for better Knowing worse Fully merged Both charmed and cursed I’d felt the change Come over me You would care  For all my...Read On


Crimson Kiss

Not yet, your voice fluttered, look closer... Our lips shuddered with promise, anticipation's ephemeral stillness gripped all else inside the dream. I'm not usually swept into immediacy but I was already dreaming in a field of fragrant orange and yellow flowers, of crimson locks glowing in the sun. The slight curve in a shy sweet smile, shadows making little silhouettes across freckles. ...Read On


Poetic Acorn

With a sniffle-wiggle I sneeze, as pollen, like winter's snow blow,  brushing away a tear  upon a poetic acorn. The mendacity of it all when meadows are shorn, by a scythe romancing a bee,  with a failing smile. There you hum in memories,  a spiritual kiss of mummeries',  for in my ear, an angel thralls.  God's everlasting diaries. And when the hushing grippe  laid down...Read On


Heart Flutters

A heart flutters Sit, wait, watch wonder Window sill a bird mutters Eyes please open, see Fingers touch, pulse strong Light return to me Hours, days, each pass Smells assault, from this place This surely not the last Beep, a small change Sounds, a voice says my name Feet running, feelings range Relief, guilt all mixed up Back to me, the bird leaves Confusion, I offer you a cup ...Read On



My tear falls silently, Escaping the corner of my eye, It’s not alone, followed by hundreds. Finally I moved away, Away from the arms I’ve known, The love of my life, my one. Your touch fired my passion, As you took me on, When no-one else wanted me. I'm scared of being alone again, Though this is so wrong, Fuck I’m confused. At that doubtful place now, Torn between staying...Read On


Muted Hob

Beneath my shawl, old bones of me,  the pendulum of my fob stirring my tea  as dusk becomes a shrouded nigh,  in scribes I prose, bye and bye. With a snickering grin, the Osage poet, on the crest of the river Styx,  as the tide in the inkwell swells, poetically between Martyrdom and Hell. Now with curse of broken stallion,  my penis lay wilted about my thighs,  dripping not, but...Read On