Of mantras and eternal love

I keep your letter; four pages of lengthy stream. Because anything worth saying is worth repeating. You said. I love you. I love you? I love you! Like a mantra, repeated over and over until it wills you into a trance. Like a bond; a fragile note reminiscent of...

Casita de pájaro

Cuando cesa la música solo queda el silencio. No es lo mismo tocar como tu, que ser tu. Los momentos perfectos no pueden replicarse. Es injusto medir el presente con cinta del pasado. Este traje no me sirve, pero es el único que tengo. O me lo pongo o me desnudo....

Bird house – a poem

When the music stops there’s dreadful silence. Someone who sounds like you is not you. Blissful moments cannot be replicated. It’s unfair to measure the present with yesterday’s tape. This suit does not fit, but it’s the only clothes I have....

Losing you

  Missing you is hearing your drums when I play my guitar. It’s picturing curls as I drive in my car. It’s grasping for air. It’s batting the wind. Having you is sweetly fictitious for truth is a bummer; as actual as Olaf  in the dead of summer....

The excuse

I’m not your love; the one who keeps you up at night staring at the ceiling. I’m the one you took for granted when you thought you could do better. Now you know that “better” is loving and being loved. I’m the one who talks back; who...

Essentials

Take the words and leave me breath Take the house and leave my home Take the passion and leave my love Take me in pieces and leave me whole Grab the rocks and leave the strength Search for beginnings and leave the ends Grab the flower and let it rain Essentials Let...

Hindsight 20/20

  Had I known it would sting so much I wouldn’t have ripped you off my heart. You are the never-healing sore that burns anew with every scratch. I would have taken you every place I went, had I known you would come anyway. You’ve traveled continents...

What I gave you – a poem

What I gave you were crumbs of love whatever the passion wolves didn’t devour. What I searched for in you were tender hugs respite from the hurt of times sour. And I didn’t buy you any rocks… the ones worthy of big commitments. There was no white...

Damaged goods – a poem

  Where are you, damaged goods? Is it nice out there? Life support cut you short. You were not so rare. Torment ceased. Now deceased… Do you get to watch? Was it worth, death and birth? Are you now a catch? Pain is a magnet for those who ache; but arid is...