Ray of Light

There is a hole in my heart, and I can’t contain the light that is pouring out. This is the brilliance of truth and the refraction of soul. This is the damage that is done to a human being when you are betrayed, blinded, backstabbed, and belittled for trying to be more understanding than is [...]

Mute

I wish that I was mute So that I could learn to listen. Then my eyes could fill With the tears of untold secrets, And my pen could carve These feminine curves of poetry Into Goddesses like you.

Imitation of Kitchen by Laura Jensen

One lone onion Singing in the kitchen, Singing in its red net bag, Singing on my cutting board. He’s singing “Faith” By George Michael: Faith will keep him Whole and untouched. My beef stew simmers nearby, Watching and waiting. I hide around the corner, Knife in my hand and Tears in my eyes – His [...]

Devils

they’re the cries of burning cities, cities burning now, cities that have burned before, and cities that will burn again or are waiting to burn. No one sees the twisted faces in the smoke from the corner store that neighbors used to frequent for cigarettes and milk; we’ll all walk past the couple sifting through [...]

A Private Poem for Me

Sometimes it’s hard to find myself, camouflaged and hunting fears by hiding underneath the lilypads. Like fear is going to to assassinate the Froggacuda? But the memory is that if that is what it is: a feeling lost and sunk in the swamp it was born in; a beautiful first and last of its kind, [...]

Playing Hardball

The tears come hard and fast mimicking the sound of the sheets of rain blowing over the cab of my truck. They pool in my lap and get cold running down my legs, in my shoes, cheeks caked with salt from the crying, wind chasing tears from the corners of my eyesockets. And all I [...]

Patience is a Hard Virtue to Come By These Days

Patience is a hard virtue to come by these days; in many ways I thought I had it down, downtown, thinking I’m the clown that, no tears in my eyes, I’d surprise somebody with the everything that I am, a quick little flim-flam and she’d be happy and high as a kite, for everyone advertises [...]

Four Hours, Thirty-six Chances

I spent four hours reading and rereading these private journals of people who I do know, I don’t know; and then, done, I wept, looking up at my orange lit ceiling (I still can’t stand white light) and my room smiled at my tears – refracting them into stars and faces – wiping them out [...]

Chanting

you’re going to scream at me but I’m chanting I can take it throwing words like broken mirror pieces of me beating the pinata of my disguises but I’m chanting I can take it breaking accusations over my head scalding me with tears that I never wanted to bring to you on the silver platter [...]

Migraines That I Don’t Have

you know I hate to leave you when there’s that buzzing in your ears that means your headache’s bad even more than otherwise because so miserable and so fragile, in pain, you look more like an Angel, saddened by the world’s tears.

Rain Song

I I pray for rain nowadays when I see Those dark clouds splayed above me, threatening. I can’t always tell what rain will fall Or what tears you’re crying to comfort me. When the sunset’s burning and crowded for space In the sky with your pain so apparent, Your heart is tearing apart with these [...]

Triangulation

one tear that came from the corner of my eye balanced on the dry skin of my cheek; I picked it up with my thumb and forefinger, a prism of sadness in which your picture lingers. I drew my eye near carefully enough wondering if the force of my gaze was too rough, then placed [...]

Untitled Poem #146

I am free of ties to glide the skies and romp and play like a colt in a field of clouds and grass and care no less for life is a packet of sugar I eat while chatting with a pretty girl on the sidewalk where an ice cream cone has fallen and looks like [...]

Laura Moore in Red

I damn you and your love; wouldn’t it be so much easier if one of us hated the other. I can’t hate you, believe me I’ve tried; I curse and strain but I just cry and cry, crying out for lost love: to be able to love and forgive, forget. II I could drown in [...]

Fireflies in a Jar

I am still here; encased in steel, frozen in flesh; I am still here. the I, the me, and the one and only: Michael, an Angel, this quality, definitely the most beautiful man regardless of position and opinion. building and building my building, my self: a tower of faith in feelings. I’ve mortared each brick [...]

A Dream of a Ship

I sag into my bonds, bound to this wooden chair with water from my eyes six inches deep on the floor. I feel all alone on a ship gently rocking, back and forth, water rolling, sighing from bulkhead to bulkhead. my head is down and my hair is in my face but if I was [...]

Thee Memorable Ocean of Dream-Boy

steve said C-R-Y [in hidden eyes] thee, tears may arrive. striped little boy I envy your dress AND your innocence. (shrieking) PAINTING, blowing multicolored bubbles through your paintbrush… I Re-Collect we begged lightning with fish from the solstice [once upon a time] when batteries ceased to function drums only drums and howling, croaking, baying; Fucking [...]

Little Things

I think I shall take refuge in my little dreams of apes and frogs little dreams of big-eyed fish, shedding tears never seen underwater. little dreams of stands of trees who whisper together to protect me. little dreams of pools of color that geyser happily when I come to visit. little dreams of stars that [...]

Laura Swings Her Skirts

I will sing you a song softly of a little girl I remember dreaming, who would wink into the faces of the flowers to see them smile, perfume tickling her nose all the while as she would wander secret places. this little girl I did love as I seemed to quietly spy from the trees [...]

Hoka Hey

A candle Burns With a certain virtue: Demon, saint Hesitate; Damnation speaks I am Revealed in Flickering shadow Heaven Slender shining Tear streaked Patience beast Dancing To the sense Of smell Sing praise To the arch To the pedestal Nod the fire Dream the sleep Of kings.

Untitled Poem #104

He hit her Across the mouth With the back of his hand. I could taste her blood; Run, salty tears Her lip bitten, hurt He stood over her, threatening Displeased, Tensed to kick her. He did. Sweet Jesus; I can’t watch, Disinterested and clinical. I can’t look away somewhere Pretending not to see it happen. [...]

Emulation Three

Oh, what can I do? Ah, distracted again as I leave quickly to the night on my mind: signs of you, sleeping peacefully in dreams, fears gone. cheaper than anything, even free have and hold you forever tears gone, rarer than the blue magic moon even you grow thoughtful, aching for someone you should have.

Emulation Two

I grow somewhat sober. Saddened jesters never paint honesty: tears, tears over my bent wings, fallen angels plummet past sparrows. fears, fears, waking dreams; dreams of half-parted lips. spilt milk from many things ah, do you mean no? oh, all my trust!

Emulation One

fears, fears rarer than honesty; even angels grow sober, cheaper than sparrows. have to earn wings. ah, can I say no? tears, tears as I gather my things; even jesters, sleeping dreams, aching for kisses… signs of… oh, do I trust?

Sand and Sea

I walked alone to the beach To write poetry in the sand, Just to have it washed away By a wet and watery hand. I stayed to watch the tide come in, Salt tears ran down my face. Not because my poem was gone but for the beauty of the ocean’s embrace.