On Writing

Poem 156 – it doesn’t matter

It doesn’t matter the second hand on the clock ticks loudlya steady soundtrackwith the refrigerator gurgle & theair conditioner exhalationit’s an orchestral movementin the living room & the sunlight usesthe maple leaves as baton directing the morninginto flickering heat waves on the sofa there’s just one curious fact: the timeon the clock is wrongit is hours off… Continue reading Poem 156 – it doesn’t matter

On Writing

Poem 154 – Through This & The Joy of Editing TONIGHT!

Through this my heart is this:tectonic to yoursthe swollen pressureof loving youreturned in this lifetimeoh how ancient our desirehow thorough our devotionthis know: constant storms ofblissful starlight spreading heat on this morning’s tentative turn from the darkI hold you through the shift in timerepeat my promises in whispered hymnsremind us that each time we quake… Continue reading Poem 154 – Through This & The Joy of Editing TONIGHT!