Is it 1983? ’Cause it is to me. At least — it is right now. I’m twenty one years old And although it’s cold in December, I’m burning like a midday sun, The course only halfway run On the last lap of the way to the finish line Called “college”. All that knowledge I Took … Continue reading "1983"
She turned to me with haunted look Atop the spires of her pain, I took her to my house and bed And made it snow, and sleet, and rain Her brown hair tumbled everywhere, As she arched back in focus pure; I thought I’d known that haunted look, But never could Be sure
he watched things break on the edge of soft sweaters and hair that became flowers that became rain falling on the rooftops of distant houses where princes dreamed of being commoners, and commoners dreamed of killing princes a face that made him want to go to war in the vain hope she would wait for … Continue reading "college girls"
I’d see them chatting after lunch; They’d pass each other in the hall - He was a handsome sort of guy, And she was very shy - Sometimes I’d catch her watching as He and some other guys played ball; He was a local sort of star That she watched from afar. One summer day, … Continue reading "The New Girl"
The battle started long ago...
She's traveled almost everywhere...
To tell the story of a life Takes many pages, many words; To tell the story of a love Takes every bit as long The you I saw in summer fields Beneath an endless weightless sky The you I felt in tenderness The softness of your skin, a sigh For now, when I remember you … Continue reading "Now, When I Remember You"
A boy of seven, equal parts confidence and unsureness, walking behind his siblings and his parents, headed towards a cemetery. And the world is alive with green and his brother and sister alive with rancor, but his parents seem to be some other place, some place much grayer, like a hospital room, with their quiet … Continue reading "first funeral"
She felt the river take her back To when her days were young: When lights along the fireplace And Christmas tree were hung When somehow tears began to flow From secret, aching wells: The promised magic she once knew In harmony And bells