Sunday, August 21, 2011

Three Lovers

   The two lovers sat among the gardenias.
   Along came the third.


Sunday, August 14, 2011

Deeply Personal, the end.

finally, everything died. if i'd known then where things would stand almost twelve years later, perhaps i would have found some modicum of comfort. but then again, i would likely be an entirely different person, and i'm too proud of who i am now to want to go in for that bargain.

Deeply Personal, part two

and X months later, things fell apart before my eyes. the pen was my only guide in the ensuing confusion.

Deeply Personal

this is the first of what became an unintentional series of three poems that i wrote in college. as i sat back and read these this morning, i could still feel the uncomfortable shedding of childhood mingle with the grating assumption of adulthood in the series.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Requiem for the Phantom

i play the piano.

The Elements (August 2006)

the rain falls with a confidence

Remembering the Lights Above the Dinner Table (randomness from July 2009)

            I don’t know. Maybe five or ten years from now, wherever I am, I’ll remember sitting here, playing with the bobby pin that had been lying on my dinner table. 

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

The Bond


    Question: what keeps us from revealing our deepest selves to the people we love the most?