Poems from somewhere-safe-to-sea
My darling, I must warn you
that my heart is an egg, and
I have glued it together since
the last time it was dropped.
You may claim it -...
Words have flown south
for the winter; no rhymes
are left to roost in the
eaves of my brain. My pen is
in hand and my paper ready,
but...
Crawling out of her cracked shell of skin, she is
writhing against the body that gives her life.
Too tight! Too tight! she shrieks,...
Your shrieking alarm clock, breaking
into heaving slumber, demands of you
a choice: do you close your tired eyes
against daylight’s...
There will be times when
the best part of your day
will be crawling into
your unmade bed at the
earliest reasonable hour,
your body sinking...