a prose poem — Gather me in story, my Prince. Put upon me the robes of disillusionment, the inklings of whimsy perched upon my skin. Bent in wonder I regard them, flick them off so they won’t climb in — butterflies beneath the skin being such intrusive little beasts. Drink this down, my dear…

In spite of having the best interview of my life…NOT getting the job taught me some crucial lessons — What’s so grand about not getting that cushy copywriting job you’ve been considering? What’s to boast about or smile about…or write your next blog about…when that really cool company decided to “go in another direction?” Well, I’m glad you asked. I’ve been working as a freelancer for a little over…

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A prose poem — A little reggae and hip sway with the dishes tonight and I sing as the water, a steady warm stream, trickles between my knuckles. I look out the window, at nothing really. It’s all too altogether lovely to absorb. Sometimes I stand beneath the white oaks and stare at the…

A free verse poem We have been interrupted by laughter. It shivers on our skins and rolls through our bellies as thunder tumbles across the sea. In the wake of laughter, we resume; two tangled spirits aching to consume one another. How expertly we shift, navigating the wake, two seasoned…

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A prose poem — We slip, both of us into a kayak in the dark. It is astoundingly difficult to navigate hips and legs and knees to get ourselves settled. Our hysteria skips as rocks across the water and wakes the muscovies. …

A poem for a friend — The waters are still. It’s what’s beneath the surface that frightens you. Loneliness and alone aren’t the same, I try to tell you. Your breath and tears won’t be bound forever. Let them slip free. You don’t need to hold them in for me. What was that again? Vampirous? Surely…

A free verse poem — Bald cypress trees elbow up through brackish waters, great spirits of the earth laced against the sky, and I think of the rain and of you — of those spring rains you shouldered into my life. Droplets big as earthquakes. The meandering rivulets channel my skin and soul. I think…