(2014)
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
