Do you remember your first real friend? The one who you couldn't wait to see? The one who you cycled, laughed, ran, got into trouble with? That bond was so strong. You were so young, and of course, so cool. There were others in the group, but he was your bestie. Do you remember your … Continue reading Remember?
I’m staring at the clock. As I watch, time ticks by so slowly, minutes feeling like hours. Moving in a sloth-like manner. It must be just my perception. The clock is working just fine. When I look away, the hours seem to fly by. I don’t know why I’m still staring. She left hours ago. … Continue reading Clocks
* Warning: This poem contains derogatory terms for homosexuals. I do not wish to offend anyone. I hope I convey some of the feelings a homosexual man feels, growing up and living in society today. I realize a heterosexual woman, might be the last person who should cover this topic, but we're all human, which … Continue reading Homos
Come to me, oh beautiful one. You mean more than I can say. I will try over and over, but will never make headway. In my thoughts of you, expansive, bright, shocking and powerful. Often my feelings are overwhelming, they seem to me devourful. Love is a painful, amazing thing, that brings us to our … Continue reading Powerful, Painful Love
I'm sitting in the bookstore with my son. He has his head in a book. I am dicking around on my phone. I figure he's occupied, so why not jot some words down. With fingers on screen, not pen on paper. Two people who love each other so much. Ignoring each other. We're out for … Continue reading The Bookstore