Dare (For Gabi & Magalí)
When I close my eyes, my mind blossoms. Dreams I dare not pen take hold of my hand, and lead me into enlightened lands. ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ My poem was inspired by Poe’s brilliant words:… Continue reading
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Scarred Walls (For Talissa & Ivor)
Memories of you and me in this room. Did the walls bear witness to every whisper, every moan? Secrets in hearts forever entombed in pulsating chambers. Our lies inscribed on scarred walls of… Continue reading
Three Haiku Poems – Don’t Feed Them (For Ryn)
I smile as they starve. Their bones protruding from skin. I’m hungry, they scream. I watch them grow small. Not one crumb from me again. They hunger for pain. I’ve dug them a… Continue reading
War Zone
Should I walk away as your fire burns me? Not even touching you, I smolder. This *Aegis shield I wear is my frigid icy stare. Keep your distance. Beware. This battle of right… Continue reading
Chimerical Lake (For Eilidh)
I’ll drink from a chimerical lake, let fantasies swirl inside, surge joy into a stagnant heart once cloaked in melancholy skies. I’ll feel the rush of the wind stretch sails taut and tight.… Continue reading
Oxygen Deprived
Ceased circulation restricted air to all things. Thinkers now extinct. This haiku was inspired by the creative and beguiling Scooj and his poem, “State Employment.”
Five Haiku Poems – Love Bugs (For Zoe)
A Love Bug bit me! Its toxin flows in my veins – Making me dizzy. Insane in the brain. Body is fevered and blushed – Skin drenched and teeth clenched. Longing to be… Continue reading
3 Haiku Poems – Unshaded
Emotions tethered. All my life, I’ve walked the Earth. My pace was measured. What is this that beats when for so long all was still? My chilled heart now leaps. Shadows have… Continue reading
50-Word Story: Hauntings (For Toni & Vern)
He never really left. His clothes and belongings were gone. Yet, every time I made tea or pet the cat, he sat there. Every time I bathed, his hands were soaping me. Having… Continue reading
Three Haiku Poems – Broodish
Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings. Bram Stoker, Dracula Loneliness will sit in a corner of my room – brooding and childish. She’ll rock in my chair – combing droopy… Continue reading
