Monday, April 04, 2011


One step at a time.
A good approach
until tears blind us
to the stairs.
Crawling it is.


Piano arpeggios,
the smell of the stage,
red velvet curtains,
the turn of a page,
faceless bodies
a hushed crowd,
careful words
sung aloud,
a spotlight blinding
your tortured stare,
yet somehow still
you found my chair,
and whispered Brahms
like a verboten

Sunday, April 03, 2011


I trespass where he hides,
where spring fog hangs heavy
and the sound of the lapping sea
weaves melodies that never could,
never should be,
suffocating the harmony,
quickly disarming me,
I am found.
He steals my weapons
and flees.

Thursday, February 03, 2011


Ah dear misery,
ti amo,
friend to
the artist,
and author


Warm breasts pressed
against frigid glass,
as ice laced lips trip
over words frozen
in my mind,
I shiver in the wind
that howls between
our hands,
"if you dare to touch me now
you'll catch an early death,"
brittle words within my breath
freeze without a sound,
and tremble softly to my feet
like snowflakes to the ground.

Tuesday, February 01, 2011

sneeze, please

My head is full of words
stacked in neat, orderly, piles,
collecting dust, and waiting
for someone to sneeze.

Saturday, January 01, 2011

Peace Potion

Waiting alone
in teardrops and tulle,
playing the fool
in a drama of dreams,
nothing is as final
as it may seem,
shadows loomed
and fears were assumed,
until a sprinkle of peace
in the form of his sigh
arrived to save her
from an unwanted goodbye.