Monday, July 2, 2012

Ten Years

With this ring, I thee wed
Ten years ago is what I said
I sang to you; your eyes were glistening
Your ears, your heart, your soul were listening
In giving my hand, I gave my life
To grow with you, to be your wife
I stand here now, as I did then
Not to say remember when
Instead to say after all this time
I still am glad that you are mine
I reaffirm to my very core
To love and support you forevermore

Friday, March 16, 2012

Sour Wine, Sour Heart

The wine was bitter
Or was that the salt from her tears
Streaming down the glass
Turning the dark liquid rancid
Turning her stomach to acid
Sour wine?
Sour heart?
is there a difference?
Does it matter?

Thursday, January 26, 2012


Red rivers, dripping down her porcelain neck
Warm and thick like a down blanket
All seeping out into the night
The vampire's kiss
Brings euphoria, peace, and then darkness
All emotion ceases to exist.
She must control the bleed...
Or must she?

Thursday, January 19, 2012


I want to be real
Broken, empty
Void of walls
An open door

I want to be me
All the pieces
Laid on the floor
No hiding place

I want to be real
I want to be me
But is that enough?

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Grains of Sand

Tiny sparkling diamonds,
The result of years of polishing by an unrelenting master.
Thrown carelessly on the shore.
Tossed aside only to be pulled back.

I cup my hands around the stunning beauty
Trying so hard to hold their glitter in my grasp
But along with the water, the sand seeps through my fingers
A few tiny grains remain
The only hopes and dreams I have left.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

The Kiss

Life sustaining breath
Deep inside
Expelled in a gasp,
Exchanged with another.
Warm and sudden -
Smooth flesh on flesh
A scent, a taste,
Subtle yet tangible.
Touch for touch,
Breath for breath.
Intimacy at its finest.

Monday, January 2, 2012


I love the written word.  It has never failed me, ever.  It takes the jumble of feelings within my soul and sorts them out in a way that I can understand.  It takes my thoughts and reflects them back to me in a way that allows me to know myself and to grow and change. 

My relationship with the written word is cathartic and challenging and supportive, just like any great love affair should be.  Follow along as my passion deepens, in this, my rhythmic romance.