Full Moon

Lead me by the hand and perhaps I’ll whisper

my name to your pink ear, warm from the chill.

We’ll follow the dimming sun due west,

traveling east with nothing on our backs

but wool and bare love, cold.

Yet we’ll dance on under this winter roof,

into a wilderness I have never known

until this night, wrapped up in clouds

and soft words only your lips can murmur,

my ears pour over while hands connect

slowly, slowly.

Tonight in full moon: first subtle, then bright,

and forever bound by Earth’s pull.

October 8, 2013


Wise quotes provided by a wise professor:

“I say unto you: one must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star. I say unto you: you still have chaos in yourselves.” -Nietzsche 

“But by my love and hope I beseech you: do not throw away the hero in your soul! Hold holy your highest hope!” -Zarathustra

I Do

Gems and diamonds fill my ring,

nearly big enough to symbolize

both my marriage and the moon.

It is miraculous that miracles can pardon

even the last, the wicked, the uneven–

how I was one of them

until I found someone to say, “I do.”

Promises are shaped like stars

on the pavement in dark handwriting,

only so I can see: “Will you marry me?”

To say no. Oh, to say no…

It would break both of our hearts.

I can wrestle for days about age and time

and place until an angel dives down

and hits me, square in the soul, and asks,

“Where do you come from?

The smiling devil, or the almighty God?”

December 3, 2013


December falls in final days of flakes and failings.

Women frolic on stage while men edge up*

in their seats, gawking at what occurs below:

a world of Decembers with days that fall like night

and stars that shine, judging.

Beauty is eternal and yet is hidden here,

where flakes fall mercifully in a blinding dust.

We can hide in this, in December–

count our final days like clouds that weep,

or we can join together and look upwards

at the air of the living and wonder why us,

why now, in our December? Will there be more?

December 10, 2013

(*alludes to the 2013 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show)

Alone with Me

Is this all we can do– just let ourselves go,

over the edge and fall wishing that we had someone

to catch us wishing that we had the luck we thought,

think, we need?

We are born like demons wishing to hold

onto another for our own sakes– but one should live

for the other one should live for the self, not for ever

but for enough.

“I” is not alone– it is here, in this line nine,

skimming into “I love you” mornings that bring joy

to hardened hearts selves bursting with freedom

until “I”‘s rise and fall,

Again, to the “we” we think we need–

we do need. But not always, not now.

“I” is never nowhere, it can dull but never fades;

I am one with all.

December 6, 2013