I polished my heart Placed it in a gift-wrapped box Topped with a handwritten note I left it on your doorstep You picked up the package Put your ear to it and rattled it Shrugged and put it in the closet Left to collect dust in the shadow Days into months into years I bore cracked lips and hollow eyes Shaky breaths and achy bones I needed to get back what was mine When I returned to ask for it back You denied ever having...

Today, I celebrate life. After I found out I had cancer, There was a time When I didn't know if I would Live to see tomorrow or another year. I could have died and left you sad and alone. But after months of treatments and a year and a half later. I received the news I longed to hear... No more cancer you're all clear. Today, I stand before you To let you know that I celebrate life. By the grace of God I am a survivor And...

Empty stone footsteps echo Opaque windows line the hall Ancient vines creep up the wall In the stillness, I can let go Spontaneously, I let down my hair My arms sway in the midnight air My hips swing with a ghastly flair I dance with the night, without care Stars above me glisten Grand ivory statues listen The moon follows and stares As I waltz audaciously around my lair Lilac petals cascade down And shadows flutter aroun...

Sunflower seeds and heavy weight champions Bombs dropping down on hospitals and schools Land is all that ever really matters Open a refinery memorialize them with crude Turns out the rain of armageddon looks like missiles Greed and power from a ferrel eyed dog Fight from the streets and rooftops They need ammo not a ride Death and destruction a bloodied women cries Now gas is so high I can’t afford tickets To see my favor...

It was love at first sight for me. The minute I saw her, I knew I wanted her. Her curves drove me crazy. She could stand out in any crowd. Alas, like most young men, I soon got bored and wanted to move on. It wasn’t long before I started jumping from one to another. Somehow, none were as satisfying as my first love. Despite her many faults, she was still my first. Now that I’m older; I would give anything to have her back...

What is it about memento mori, that she didn't understand? She was a good ol' dame but came up lame in the fast lane of life, knocking back nachos. Then came the corpse and the fairy in the morgue, that stole her love from Uncle Hurley. Harry is something unique and whacked his thingy off for a bluetail fly in his tackle box, alongside the pinto beans and home fries. Now cry me a river, as I watched Aunt Harriet rise. A l...

The wind blows down Western Avenue As I follow your memory home Waves crashing upon the shore of Lake Michigan Creating ice bulbs that make no sense All the heartache gone I feel you in the breeze I'll never let it go Holding your hand As we stroll through the Empire Inside of our memory What was done Can never be undone Every heart is going to bleed So here we are in Glen Arbor You and I Glen Arbor on the shores of an in...

Soothe me with midnight tranquility Wipe away my tears with a maple leaf Paint the skies with serenity and Shelter me inside the trunk of a tree Bathe me in the pale moonlight Cleanse me from the decay Bundle me up in warmth and Leave me among the stars Wash me in cosmic forgiveness Pluck away doubts of significance Sprinkle stardust in my eyes and Release me into the astral sea Let me be at peace Without the world crashi...

Sitting with the soft, white sand covering my toes, While the warm breeze tousles my fiery red hair Dozens of beachgoers mill all around me With their umbrellas and chairs and suntan oils. Still, it feels incredibly quiet As the seagulls fly around, The pelicans gracefully glide, And the dolphins swim and play. No sounds penetrate my mind For I am mesmerized by the vision of you Your dark hair with a smattering of gray Ou...

When people think of me they think of food. They say I have a relationship with it, almost as if I’m married to it. I confess it bothers me. It’s Ed I’m married to, and some people in this neighbourhood would do well to mention that a little more. I don’t deny I like cooking. I love baking. It’s shaped me. Christmas at church, I’m the one who brings the fruitcake that they swoon over. I'm the one who advises the ladies of...

~~~~~~~ “I’m sorry I shouted at you, Bear.” “I’m sorry you shouted at me, too, Girl.” She chuckled, crossing her arms on her chest, and leaning back on him. The two friends sat there, staring at the fire, and listening to the rain pounding on the roof overhead. They were at peace. Even with each other – for once. It was a lovely feeling, for both of them. The next day was a quiet one. They didn’t want to venture too far o...

Sandra and Melanie were talented thespians. Way beyond good; no one had realized they were the best actors in the whole damn school. Melanie was such a chameleon, not even Sandra had twigged to Mel’s self-nomination for leading actress in a goth part. Sandra, though, had the more challenging role. Yet, Mel never asked herself if Sandy, acting like St Theresa’s Catholic School head girls have always acted, was an example o...

Let's not pillow talk with the silence of my pen and thorn-threaded leaf, only the deaf can scream of the darkness ambition drowned in Eden unveiled by Adam now in my mausoleum oblivious to the masonry impending my doom in this seedbed of weevils and grubs

Your beauty extends into the heavens, My fondness for you deepens And my heart starts to weaken every time I see you. Your beautiful essence shines so brightly, It makes others long to have. Try as they might, Your beauty can never be caught or matched. I question if you are real, I only know it is true by the way I feel. Your beauty is so vast it can't be concealed. I never knew you existed until I met you. A woman craft...

Fresh wind tangling my hair Packed soil under my feet Climbing the tallest peaks Chasing the promising dawn It seems like so long ago I would welcome the mornings Planted new beginnings Watered them and watched them grow It’s been years of Tripping over oak roots Trudging through mud Searching for shelter from sandstorms It’s been years of Scraping my knees on the river rocks Slipping on black ice Suffocating on forest fi...