A girl from a girl told me, That love is like a handful of sand. If you hold it gently, Keep your fingers soft, Relax your palm, Staying open to the world, And just let it be, It can stay. Supported by freedom it will be loyal to your hand. But if you tighten into a... Continue Reading →

NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month)... My apologies if I'm being rude, But I'm all out of nice today. You see I've spent my daily good sense, On people and their exhausting pretence. I've got nothing left to say. For a sincere soul however, Pardon I will gladly pay. What made you sit in that seat... Continue Reading →

Because its National Poetry Writing Month... Like that Rickard's Red pint, I poured by accident. I needed one, And I made two. I had my head in the clouds. Like that time we met, And that time I fell for you. I looked for a friend, And found a feeling I never knew. I had... Continue Reading →

I measure one cup, Then I keep sticking my hand in the box. The box says one cup, But I'm a morning rebel. And the ones I pluck one by one taste the best. All Bran flakes to start my day; The mature choice. But I toss in some dried blueberries for taste. A responsibly... Continue Reading →

Because its National Poetry Writing Month... I will believe I'm good, So that I can be. I think of you well, So that you might join me. I will do my dishes, So that my place is clean. I will put my clothes away, So you'll think of how good I've been. I will read... Continue Reading →

Today, a cop out haiku...(because its National Poetry Writing Month) My sister's baby Is much too adventurous His aunt explains that

Purple is how she feels, Pistachio is how she peels. A mix of fire and water, through the sliver, snap, come hither. Amber rocks wall the heart in, Wolf wanders between the beating and the skin, Careful of extreme heat, It will shatter and the animal eats sin. Cactus is her friend, Winds blow but... Continue Reading →

I just realized that April is National Poetry Writing Month, and in that spirit I will do my best to write a poem everyday. Pardon my late start! The screech of the streetcar suddenly soothes, Nearly a year of moments ready to lose. It was a strange place that leaked comfort ever more, Droplets of... Continue Reading →