Thursday, August 27, 2015

Counting the Cost

Something you search for—
The Pearl of Great Price.
But how it is sore
When you’ve found that Great Pearl
—Not shining nice,
Nor yielding its ground—
It firmly stays put,
And stiffly says “No.”
Will you Die for that pearl?
Or will You simply let Go?

Wednesday, August 19, 2015


Home is where the thunder rolls
—And crickets play—
To lull us back to sleep.

Home is where I toss and turn
—Till you awake—
Inviting me to rise.

Home is where I sit by you
—You hold my hand—
And my mug affirms our prayers.

Saturday, August 8, 2015

It Comes from Within

            I wake with a start, my stomach tightening. What is this? Am I scared? I open blurry eyes to glance at the clock. 7:30. Half-an-hour more. I close my eyes. But my heart begins to race. I follow my rapidly-clarifying thoughts. It’s last night. It’s you. I conjure you before my mind, and I ponder. Another surge of adrenaline. So it’s happening…
            But what is happening?
            I stand before you, in my mind. Paralyzed by all my fears, all my hopes, all my haunting memories, all my unmet desires—
            Beep. Beep. Beep. 8:00 alarm. You don’t dissolve from before me. I reach out and force you back into my heart—or maybe back into my knotted stomach.
            I pull myself out of bed. I know I should eat, but I’m not even hungry—

Monday, August 3, 2015

The Door Without a Knob

I close the door—and stare—

Silence—Why always Silence?
The door stares back—eyeless—

I cite: your face—your eyes—your lips
—Pursed—Say something!

Is this what you need—desire from me?
Speak—and I will listen—