Ashes, Ashes
the me tomorrow
is not the me of today
nor would I want that
Sensitive
It’s the greatest pain
to discover true beauty
but find it too much
Pigeonholed
Ugh, don’t you just hate it when people try to categorize you?
Earthbound
What do you want to be when you grow up?
She Who Hums
And she’s sweeter than honey
And just unbearably shy
Of dispositions: sunny,
And brighter than the sky
11:00 PM, August 1st
Something unrequited
that can never quite be had
Love or lust that’s out of reach
just fanciful and sad
The Crab
This poem is about cancer.
Day
Day, night, dark, light
There’s nothing quite as stark
The path of shadow drinking light
Bathing the world in dark
Kitchen
Does our presence change the air?
Are places differed by our being there?
Harvest
This is the opening poem for my sci-fi novel: A World Sings Itself.
Maybe you’ll hear some more about it, in the future?