Monthly Archives: November 2008

Each and Every Second of You

The entire reason I’m sitting here
right now at this antique desk
in a darkened room
in front of a glowing screen
in an uncomfortable chair that squeaks
each time I shift
my body to get comfortable,
is simply to say
that if I could do it all over
again, I would enjoy each and every second
of you more and worry about
losing you less.
And the longer I type the more
I wonder why
I would ruin this poem
by saying anything more.


My Needle, My Thread

My needle, my thread.
An ‘e’ here,
a ‘j’ over there,
sown into the line
a ‘p’ or a ‘q’.
Embroidered a rhyme,
mended a thought.
Now where did
I put that verb?
Pricked my finger
on a curse word,
dropped a tangled
thought,
unraveling on the floor!
My needle, my thread
and my words.


it always starts with good intentions

sometimes
talking
to you
is like slamming
my hand
in the silverware
drawer again
and
again
and
again.


Yes, yes, absolutely. What? Yes.

no blog of mine would ever really be complete without this clip:


Thirst

Every body
reaching
out for love,
the way the flowers
lean
toward the sun.