Poetry: Over

Over I am I am over none of everything I don’t doubt, I want to sing but no notes come out melancholy blues give way to hues on the lowest spectrum we can fathom with the human eye. I am not everything but I am also everyone honest lies and …

Poem: Sixty A Day

Sixty A Day Already so used to the smell of tobacco at six I barely notice it permeate every surface of her house every hair on her head, that always reminded me of Tina Turner. Tap, tap, tap, another butt in the tray, flick, flick, flame, another lit in her …

Poetry: I Say

I say crying is good for you a release of endorphins your mind and body sorely needs. It’s a lie. Crying hurts, his now more than mine, every tiny tear stings, and my head hurts and hear aches as if I were crying, same as when I am crying. With …

Poem: Discoveries

Discoveries I discover pieces over myself all over the place and time is taken to find all the words to explain it all. Those words are mine however for my understanding. I would be something non-existent if I must. Words are feelings to me but may not be to you …

Poem: Affirmation

I touch smooth skin and soft hair – whatever I can reach – in reassurance of his existence. As if my vision is a lie my other senses in denial. My boy, smiles, and so do I, following the rise and dip of each vertebra holding him together. As he …

Poem: Summer Soundtrack

I remember a good summer bright with promise, crushes and sex, my memory nebulous a floating soundtrack to the sun. If only I could remember more. Not every winter was barren, not every summer bright, it’s on the edge of something wonderful an awakening of senses delightful and distressing all …