Woman

Up there, somewhere beyond what is – that place where tomorrow breaches the stillness of despair – softly, she dares to impugn the unassailed logic of pain. Woman Yielding is her strength though she is fraught with self-doubt, it is feeling and not knowing that draws her closer to godhood. Man will know, so truth…

equator bound

North to south is her direction, always towards the equator, away from tepid lovers and half-felt heartaches. She flies, her tail feathers to past mistakes; takes a sharp left turn at the coast. She stops to smell sad flowers that mistake themselves for weeds, an affinity she learned these years gone by. Plucks one that…

The Making of a Woman

I have written before about my process of creating realistic characters. It’s a bit of psychology, human behavioral study, plot-need fulfillment, and witch doctory. However, there is a greater aspect I’d like to discuss: that is, the broader social issues at hand. When I write, I don’t like pounding people over the head with ideas, except…

Mediocre Goodbye Poem

She ran out the door swinging not the door mind you the girl see, she was mad as a hatter particularly at me as i had stung her with the truth crazy people hate that shit I told her, see that she hated herself so much that she even hated people like me who loved…

Sometimes … I’m moody

a memory of you sepia toned passion a still life in monochrome brownish tint, faded at the edges an artists rendering capturing of heat the touch, the taste of sweat stained silk hand painted pink aside steam roils from us urgently kisses caress you there and there below deeper still the length of you fills…