Tuesday, July 26, 2011


I am an heir to a jagged edged apprehension:
no one and no thing will claim me
by claiming,
teach me to claim myself.

As I race toward the grave
mainlining self-doubt,
snorting regret,
confusing mere stimulation for feeling and
pulse for life;

My repreve comes in
the echo of a soul writ large,
a voice laced with crystal sugar and
singing of joyful misery without the
oft obligatory shame.

It is a voice that
repeats a vow I had only heard before
in dreams;
a promise
to cry my tears when I can't.

*Written in tribute to Amy Winehouse.  I wanted to express what her music has meant to me. Artists have the power to transform the consciousness of others, but they can pay a heavy price for that power.  I hope that Amy has the peace in death that she could not find in life.

-For OpenLinkNight at http://dversepoets.com/

Tuesday, July 12, 2011


You are my gift…I am your affliction.
You help me claim the parts of myself that I fear most.
With you, I can endure and build my life anew.
My survival constantly compels your destruction.
You live.

-For “One Shot Wednesday” at http://onestoppoetry.com/

Tuesday, July 5, 2011


You made a choice which allowed you to keep
the world you knew.

The world beyond was a child’s fantasy-
to you
even in its very real appeal.

You chose what you valued, but
to your surprise
that fact did not make what you got a treasure.

Once, you only needed your prize for love.
Now, you need it to make up for all
you believe you have lost.

Instead of a victor
you feel like a human sacrifice to ideology
to a wish of the mind that destroyed hope and

And what of your discarded love?
Like a prodigal
you now see it as the gem it could
never have been before.

But is this impulse Truth, or
is it the desire of an ego to keep itself safe and fed?

Regret makes us bolder, but
it does not always make us wise.

Which option should you have chosen?

What price could you afford to pay?

-For “One Shot Wednesday” at http://onestoppoetry.com/