Saturday, February 22, 2014

We Imagine Ourselves Soldiers

Destroyers of bridges we lean
too much to the water
wishing for riptides
knowing we have
no life jackets.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

I Watched from My Desk

I initiated this
can you see them
in your aging faces,
where is the ghost
of your parents?
I sat and listened
as two women
slowly derailed into
stories of college-ja vu
and the sag of necks.
I will never understand
the moments of
my stance is like hers
my jaw droops like his.
They are forever in time 
smooth of skin, they
who aren't them at all
the ghost of my face
but the ghosts of them.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014


There have been balloons
released by mistake
sparkling glints shrinking
and pulling down as well
the excitement
the ready smiles
heavy to be so light
but there have also been
full to the brim with promise
only yielding sweet
when shattered on impact