Poem: Dramatic Recollection

Do you see these paper scraps
These letters are all I have left
To remember my hearts beats
Written by Lena in years past
When we were both young
Filled with the vigor of youth

Poem: Fifteen Hours and Fifty Nine Minutes in Seattle Sun

Fifteen hours and fifty nine minutes of daylight.

For someone who thrives on the night, the summer solstice is the worst day of the year. It’s the long look at the shadows under the eyes and five day old beard. It’s the knowing that most people don’t live with curtains pulled cursing at the sliver of light that points an accusatory finger across the floor.

Poem: Another Friday Night

Drunk on the night
Sleeping through the day
Hoping on the wind
That the evening air
Will blow carrying away

Poem: Haunted

In moon light she stands
The wind howls names of lovers
That still haunt her heart