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  • A Promise (Poem)

    when you remember to look for me

    I will be gone

    nothing left behind, no trail of footprints

    no scattered bones, no word scrawled upon a leaf

    I take stories with me, that they not be discarded

    not dust from your lives but seeds instead

    planted elsewhere, this is how

    the web of connection grows and spreads

    one day you will travel, to find yourself at home

  • She Didn’t Know (Poem)

    I said goodbye, my voice thickened

    swallowing anguish again and again

    that burned my eyes with the unshed collect of tears

    halted my breath with the weighted catch of sorrow

    not for her, never for her, but for my own selfish loss

    I bid my grief rest in the her great fortune

    happiness evident in her keen clear gaze

    sharp with newfound focus and affectionate attention

    this was what I wanted most

    so judged my distress an insignificant thing

    a sliver of glass lodged in my heart alone

    a sliver ablaze with love and shining with her joy

  • Caveat Lector (Poem)

    what purpose these words, except to me

    and even then they seem foolish

    of less use than the gravel on the road

    those broken grits that cause the unwary to slip

    I fall so often and so hard

    best heed not anything I write

    since ignorance must be my walking stick

    and confusion my current path