Arm’s Length
July 23, 2014 § 14 Comments
I created all these words, hoping you
would want one,
keep one, and
beg for more.
But the more I said, the less
you cared. And the more I cared, the less
you said. The less you showed, the more
I wrote—
My Word
November 12, 2013 § 16 Comments
One day your girlfriend will wistfully walk the rows of a bookstore, where she will fall upon words— I wrote.
She will remember her past love, and tenderly whisper,
“This is how I felt. How could another, so far away
put into word, my own heart…?”
But she won’t know, each was your word— stolen, from my heart,
and now—
she is reading us. « Read the rest of this entry »
Trick or Treat? (Part I)
November 2, 2013 § 15 Comments
Once upon a time, I knew a boy who thought every night was Halloween, and yet, had never been given or even tasted a treat.
One night near midnight, he knocked on my door, “Trick or Trick?”
I laughed, “How about a treat?”
Nervously, he looked at my treats, then closed his eyes. He had never been offered a treat. He didn’t understand—he thought I was tricking him. « Read the rest of this entry »
Love is Brave
March 4, 2013 § 66 Comments
