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: Reading the Blanks

On this blank page I see a mirror
That’s reflecting me and deeper still
It shines with all those wishes
That I wish would be

Poem: Bourbon and Donuts

At Cafe du Monde we sat with coffee
laughing at the drunks stumbling
their way through Jackson Square
while we smiled liquid grins dripping
with booze, lust, and powdered sugar
our own visions swirling in porcelain masks

Poem: Kilmarnock

By the clock it was 5:43 am
On a Tuesday in summer
We had driven all night
Breaking the speed limit
To get to the coast by dawn

Sitting on the hood of your car
Watching as night gave way

Poem: Boundaries

The golden fields of childhood
Lined with verdant forests
Providing a soft boundary
Ripe for exploration