Echoes in the stairwell
Of doors opening and closing
A young child whining
A hammer banging
On the rooftop
I keep on climbing up
A dog’s barks
Harmonize
With the sounds of my steps
Still, the stairwell on a Saturday
Is quiet enough
That I can hear my thoughts
And I’m thinking, oh I’m thinking… READ MORE > “Stairwell On A Saturday”
The very red scarf
Wrapped around your shoulders this morning
Over the black jumpsuit
And the fine features of your face
Aroused me
Though your body
Has bulked and sagged
And the skins on your arms
Have these aging marks
In your eyes I see
A soul with its eternal youth
And it rouses me… READ MORE > “Mortal Lust”
Confusing dreams
Passion leaped out of no where
Little smoke first then all of a sudden
All consuming fire raged the sky
That was seen by no one
But him!
Painful nights
Morning lights don’t help much
Thoughts so sharp they pierce through quiet air
So colourful, vivid
Yet utterly alone
Make me wonder
If … READ MORE > “A Tree Stood In The Forest”
(For my friend, L.)
I heard the shakiness in your voice
When you called me tonight
Despite the lifetime abuse
She was still your mother
A staple in your life
You told me, five years ago today
Your father had died, and you had cried
Paddling the sunny river, you said, “I cried,
Because he … READ MORE > “The Shakiness In Your Voice Tonight”
