Poem: Christmases Past

It’s that time of year to bring out old boxes
Filled with trinkets of years past
Locked away after each Christmas
To try and save their magic for another year
That they still possess inside their fragile frames

Poem: Childhood Things

The slides and swings still bring a smile to my face all those childhood things

Poem: Old Books

The spine is weathered
Broken by untold hands
Opening and closing it
Well loved or well traveled
Before it found its way here

Poem: Trying

There’s a basement in SoHo
Where she dances alone
Twirling and strung out
In front of a mirror made of stone
Watching the girl there spin
As she spins wondering to herself
Where’s that little girl been

Poem: Dear Friend

Dear friend
I know it’s been a while
Since I wrote you but I’ve been thinking
Of you again and what I wanted to say
I think I found my voice again
Hidden between these pages

Poem: Pleasure in Between the Lines

In this hours the world feels
Familiar and warm safe places
In intertwined hands
Like a prayer to deaf gods
We whisper with eager lips

Poem: A Familiar Face

I saw who I thought was you
The smile was yours and the lips
Oh god, those lips I’d never forget
It was your voice saying my name
Followed by saying sorry as you left

Poem: At the Pond Beyond the Pines

There’s a clearing out in the woods
Past a meandering creek now dried up
From summer creek that runs down
To the clearing in the pines
A little pond muddy and dark
Where we would sit under blue skies

Poem: Old Habits Persisting

Behind dark windows
In my mind’s lonely eye
I still see your chair there
Where you sat for so long
Where I would see you
When I went walking by

Poem: Vintage Memories

I keep bottles on my shelf
That I save for special occasions
Way in the back are those spirits
Saved for nights like this where
The loneliness is unbearable
So I twist off the top and pour