missing Sunday brunch
She invited him for dessert. He had her for breakfast. She forgot her own name. The neighbors knew this. They … Continue reading missing Sunday brunch
Category: writing
this one is for you
To the girl who has read a few too many strange books and poems who remembers her dreams sometimes writes … Continue reading this one is for you
no words
the appearance of beauty cannot be described no words just like her walked out of the gate so fated fatally … Continue reading no words
haunted, when the minutes drag
fully. completely.
I loved her and I called her ‘lover’ not simply with certainty I loved her with conviction specifically I loved … Continue reading fully. completely.
…she is the poem
she is the work of art to learn her mouth her eyes her hair and her heart she is the … Continue reading …she is the poem
when i call you beautiful
When I call you beautiful I mean eyes of hazel A crown of gold, topaz And jade stone Saint-Tropez in … Continue reading when i call you beautiful
…and i love her
she moves quickly down the street, but she doesn’t miss much she lives for her books, her music, strong coffee … Continue reading …and i love her
…all i want
September 4th
The parks, the beaches, the backyards empty now. September silence falls on the forest floor. The light turning to gold … Continue reading September 4th
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