Wednesday, April 18, 2012


I have to be careful of closing my eyes
and taking deep breaths in the memory

of you leaning against me, resisting
the pull of stares we shared

in the tightest gripping of restraint
between hushed acknowledgments

that everything had just gone wrong
in the imagining of a thousand kisses

that would have been much too soft
to make possible the impossible leaving

of your emerald green pleas and desperate
wanting for the world to spin back to normal.

Full Of Crow Poetry - April 2012

Wednesday, April 4, 2012


Disagreeable yet fun ex-husband
arrives in her mind and displaces
reason. This time, warm cinnamon
rolls spice the air, wisting her
eyes closed as she lingers in
not remembering everything.

Punchnel's - April 4, 2012