From The Other Side Of The Dance Floor

My first two long relationships ended with someone leaving. One was a marriage. She chose another man. He had the … More

Crack Above Me

I did not see it until it seemed to see me back. The crack is not a line, exactly,more like … More

We keep a quiet drawer labeled later,neatly folding our boldest intentions inside,like shirts we are afraid to wrinkle in daylight,like … More

Most mornings begin gray.Not the sky, the spirit.I wake with a forecast already written,doom and drizzle, chance of thunder.Coffee helps … More

The room is quiet.My body is not.There is a hum under the shirt,a current no one sees,a tide that moves … More

I think of the ocean daily.Even far inland, I hear it.A hush that is not silence,a strength that is not … More

The rope sings thin between my fingers.The knot scalds my palm, the drop waits, patient.I have hauled heavier loads,waded deeper … More

We arrange our days like careful furniture,paths cleared, corners cushioned, so our shins do not find the coffee table at … More

When my eyes meet the silvered pane,sometimes the face is foreign,other times a familiar ally offers a wry nod. I … More

The world shatters again, another name taken by their own hand carved into the quiet,the air goes thin, the sound … More

Tics speak truths my voice won’t utter, a stuttered drum beneath my calm facade They ripple through my quiet moments, … More

Red at the window, a cardinal’s flare,her signature on frost-bright morning.She said messages sometimes fly in,and I’ve believed it ever … More