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Noise a constant thrum


Wheels on pavement

Engines churning river

Crying salvation


Blurring into

Startling silence

A private bubble

My thoughts alone

Take voice

Creating a cacophony

Refusing to quiet

Lingering past sleep

Halting dreams

Ending with sighs

Constant thrum

Soothing only

To wake once again


Calculated Strides

I put one foot in front of the other

is this a trudge

or the beginning of a journey?

Take the uneven slate sidewalk

past the victorians

Large lush yards beautiful colorful birds

Take me to or take me away

I am moving closer to the

steep pebbly road

Closer to the grey nondescript door

Smaller than the width of a child gate

down the stairs to my bell and door.

I’m home I’m home I’m home

….where are you?

Shhh…it’s the rules!

The rules say different
It is too much
play it close hide the cards
don’t let them see
how much
you need
Shhh you’ll scare them away
The rules they say
keep a lid on
the feelings you have
don’t let them see
how much
you need
Shhh you’ll scare them away
The rules who cares
it is overwhelming
all alone that
I feel you should know
you should see
how much
I need
Shhh you’ll scare them away
The rules in silent gaze
when my thoughts turn
almost constantly
They are quiet and still
at odd times I’ll wake reaching
how much
I need
Be brave my love
The rules are gagged
for love is always stronger
I wish you could see
hear feel swallow protect live
I would prove
how much
I need
Be brave my love
Destroy the rules for
Never should you doubt
time ticking as my soul
connected and bound
You would see
how much
I need
Be brave my love

Knives Alone

When you see love

What will you think?

Will you wonder

Why or…

Will you stumble

at the sight

Your heart drumming

an unsteady rhythm?

When you reach

your hands trembling

Not trusting even that 

which you can touch.

What visions cloud

your eyes still seeing

yet unbelieving that

it is reality?


Pressing hand to cheek

caressing the unseen 

sting of overwhelming 

emotion that binds souls.

Throat dry rasping after

swallowing a thousand knives

please may the agony stay

reminder of first glance.

Sweet and bitter

sharp yet beautiful

the holy grail of love

the knife and the sting.

“That was how you knew love. My mother had told me that.  All you  had to do was imagine your life without the other person, and if the thought alone makes you shiver, then you knew.” (pg 74) “I remember what my mother had told me about the first time she saw my father.  How when  he turned around to look at her, she felt like she’d been slapped.  How she tried to stop the way she felt about him; how she pretended she didn’t care until she made herself sick to her stomach.  Once she had seen him, it was as though she had swallowed a thousand knives.  She tried not to feel it, but every time she saw him , there was that knife.” (pg 95) inspired by Incantations by Alice Hoffman

Without Substance

Without substance without form
a translucent bubble
Beautiful yet bound to gravity

Afraid to land and disappear
to leave no trace
I pop just a faint damp ring.

See me hear these words
like whispers faint
They are empty and vanish

They burst and implode collapse
as a dying star
A black hole remains concealed

The ghost of my former self
my copy in a mirror
Sparks too far gone to flame

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