Tag Archives: Poetry

Look at your accomplishments. Just take a breath. Like Essence. breathe breathe breathe Bask in the sunlight when you awaken. Your beautiful doe eyes still heavy with the dreams that were not resolved. What happened in the ether? Was it beneficial? Because it is always what draws the drive doesn’t it? Those moments before theContinue reading “Wake Up”

               You’re not from this earth        but please stay on my account,           i look at your eyes     damp and ready for a high-speed chase streetlights and emerald spilled          it’s only noon

Driving down the sultry coast glimpses of sunset past the mustard hills just heaven crème de la crème can’t stop craving this

She never mentioned those late-night walks The sudden movements of the sea Her leather backpack clung so tight it would leave marks on her back in the morning Ancient reckless aches of waves breaking around her Dried up by cacti and the occasional tumbleweed

A man in a tattered straw hat White hair wet closes his eyes to the sea quickly hums a familiar song a canvas of memories brushes his octaves acoustics heard on the reef at Cress Street shaping the mood farther south 

The fit was perfect. Lovely to slip into. The dress was sheer. Flawless Until an embroidery got caught on my wrist. Like the damnedest thing. Really, even the small dots That formed And pricked my skin A reminder if I had married you that day when we ran around devouring the world I would haveContinue reading “Promise”

You smell like peaches, Peter blurted out. She caught his worried resting face in the microwave oven’s reflection. That’s about it. You smell like peaches.

Those white elephants. He grinned at the panoramic ocean view.     Everything else remained thick, gray and invisible. The water was considerably more, vast and exposed when viewed from this height. Carefully, he sorted out the variety of percussion instruments, crystal singing bowls, gongs and his precious pan drum.     Musical tools cluttered the floorContinue reading “Sound Bath”

Dear girl from nowhere,     Oh, you are such a gorgeous mystery! I think you want an adventure. Burn your thoughts.                Long afternoons involving ice cream and waffles. Have you been to pig island? They are like pigeons. Bigger, with mouths and teeth.                       Whenever, let me know. Find a place for you toContinue reading “Moonshot”

Last call for Irvine Station. She struggles with her messy bun. Dry chapped lips still bother her. Rather than search for the small tube of moisturizer, she picks at it. Her thoughts consumed by the desert. A chance to start over. Closing doors. Loops of hillsides with lime green patches.