Category: My Poetry
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Filling A Physical Void With An Inevitable Goodbye
Have you ever played a losing game? A game you knew you’d never win? You play, putting everything on the line, because you know you’ll lose anyway. So, why hold back? In some ways, playing makes the pain easier to manage, but it doesn’t hurt any less. I played a losing game recently. I knew the… Read more
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When the Heart Hesitates
The door is unlocked, and you let yourself in. You have the fish in hand and sit across from me at the dining table. We take a moment and our eyes meet. There was something in the air last night, wasn’t there? I laugh it off and pretend as though I didn’t ask you to stay in… Read more
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sippin’ w/ the past
i met my younger self for coffee. she was twenty minutes early, and me only five. she didn’t recognize me when i walked up to her, shocked to see that we had finally lost the weight we always dreamed of. we both ordered a danish—hers, cheese and mine, raspberry—but no coffee. we both snickered, knowing… Read more
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The Desire We Devour
Imagine a cake sitting in front of you. It’s a gorgeous cake, covered with chocolate and filled with luscious raspberry jam. It took hours of standing in the kitchen, making sure every ingredient was beautifully combined. You patiently waited for it to rise in the oven, then waited even longer as it cooled on a… Read more
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A Game Called Honesty Hour
There’s a game I love to play every so often. I made it up years ago. It’s called Honesty Hour. It’s one whole hour of complete uninterrupted truth, whether that truth be ugly, sad or bitter. The best part is all judgment is thrown out the window. I haven’t played this game with many people,… Read more
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Bourbon Street – New Orleans
I begin at the sidewalks edge. In front of me I see a street lit up with nightlife and neon signs. Next to me is my oldest friend, both of us dressed in a sliver of fabric. We take one last look at each other before we take our first step. Our ears listen to… Read more