Poetry

Something within the human heart aspires to meet the Beloved — There is a beautiful kind of sadness, one most people think they shouldn’t feel, that needs to be celebrated. Or, if not celebrated, then at least welcomed like the evening’s last beggar at your door. This sadness is divine, the experience of what most people consider to be an absence…

Certain voices no longer haunt me — My day started with a phone call its spell evoked memories so, I poured my heart into a blue cup and sipped and sipped ’til the clock’s ticking said, ‘let’s go for a walk.’ And so, I did. Up a snowy path I was greeted by the trees. I nodded to my evergreen friends…

A Prose Poem — If you look closely Angels can be detected everywhere Corporeal beings Imbibed with a grace and demeanor That mimic celestial ones At the local library Just entering the building my body noticeably relaxes Have only encountered friendly people there Always a smile and a personal greeting Often mentioning me by name Followed by “How can…

A Tragic Fairytale. Where did it all go wrong? The American Dream once shone so bright A beacon of hope, a guiding light But for this lighting director, it proved a dark curse His hard work unrewarded, his health grew worse The American Dream he believed in, they say Work hard…

A spaced sonnet — The space between two books spells endlessness Especially if one of them is French No matter the language in earnestness Their word and sound arrangements need to quench To know or not to know the current truth In a world where words uttered make the cut Ignorance rules in geriatric youth With knowledge coming strongly from the…

A dark poem — Oh how I miss the sun! to feel its warmth upon my skin — here, only darkness dwells day and night — small slivers of light attempt a break-through, only to be snuffed out here, the dead pretend to live by false light — Seventy candles lit a sacrificial rite; locked portals complete the…