I phoned God for a lover,and Ana settled into my prayer hands,crimped with much love to adoptthe delicate strokes of an old canvas.Ana sketched us together,sitting at… Read more “Painting Us Home”
Category: poetry
Choices Of Love
Dani’s complicated relationshipskilled my apathy softly;she shifted dates over conjured facadeswith friends that I never loved at allbecause Dani was still the personwho caught my eye back… Read more “Choices Of Love”
Cabin Guessing Names
The next-door neighbor to my summer cabin stole my breath as I inhaled the beauty of her life at first sight.Ana, that’s the name she gave me,… Read more “Cabin Guessing Names”
Hitched Overnight
(Revised) My memories crumbled like crushed rocksas I massaged my temples to jog my memory.I arrived after the sun slipped beneath the horizon,other than that, I knownot… Read more “Hitched Overnight”
Hunter Of Clay
Ana lost sleep over meat least that’s what she wantedme to believe.But believing a liarconsumed by a desire to feed the firecommiserated doubt over impartedguilt trips that… Read more “Hunter Of Clay”
Confirmation Bias
Confronting the disillusioned chapters of my past contained a heat I couldn’t bear to touch. Rumors slipped in with rapid statements, crumbling over my every position. What… Read more “Confirmation Bias”
Wedding Bells Over Brandy
At a party, my inhibition disregardedmy intuition over a sleight of Beth’s left hand,slipping a crushed pill into my drink.It mixed chalky with the brandy.I feigned oblivion… Read more “Wedding Bells Over Brandy”
No More Secrets
I despised Anna’s friends,but cast aside my pride to steal a kissin a New York loft.Darlena, the worst of them,held a secret over my head;one that only… Read more “No More Secrets”
Avoiding Condoms
I second-guess myselfover and again,thinking about a baby or a condom,whenever I have to showmy feelings over a one-nightstand, standing on Hannah’s pedestalis like a pistol pointed… Read more “Avoiding Condoms”
Naughty Cinderella
If it weren’t for me,Cinderella would stillbe stumbling over her bare feet,searching for a slipper in a bin of regret.She’s among the chief of sinners,scouring for Mr.… Read more “Naughty Cinderella”
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