Get Naked

Let’s get naked together… Help strip me of my ego and I’ll disrobe the stress from your mind. Give up article of timidity, illusion And cast aside veils donned in shame about our truths. Kiss each other’s spirits the way we caress skin, run our hands through each other’s ideas the way we play in…

The Daily News

Yesterday’s colours splash, Fill pools on the sidewalks The present horror making cracks Great ravines of political bloodshed And placebos for real families The buses heave by Casting grey yellow crests In their wake. The door of my driver side rattles, The third layer on my morning’s shuffle Second to nature’s steady beat against windows…

#selfie

As I transition the layout of my website over the next few weeks, old pages resurface and I’ve elected to give some of them homage with a renewed posting. The following is one such, posted a few years ago, in honour of Women’s History Month and, of course, myself. All my life, I’ve been taunted…

Heaven’s mess

(A throwback)   The place I heard heaven’s message was where I stood and could see no distinction between the parts of you and the parts of me, mixed up in beautiful chaos, and realized experiencing the universe was what we called “love.” It has been ever so simple since.

The unmarked boxes in my closet

I had a legal marriage once. He was noble, sweet, compassionate, and fiercely intelligent. He loved me and I loved him. It was as simple as that (as he often said). When people asked me why I was marrying him (we were both very young, and I was somewhat of a burning car while he…

Once alive [a poetic]

I was alive before I met you. The sun rose every day, Bringing light under crevices, chasing Shadows into corners; The wind pulled my hair like A teasing child, and The moon sang her orange solo, Awaiting the sound of the wolf’s. I wrote sometimes, cooked a bit And smuggled sleep out of my pillow…

kesmet (an excerpt)

It is an epic. It is unfinished. So there is this… Inevitably, my name will be spoken On the undercurrent of every love line, and Every syllable of speech unspoken of things on the mind, Echoes from his heart. We collided, smashing this dimension Into a million sparkling pieces And rebuilt, me within him, him…

Micros

Just dropping a sprinkling of pieces from the past month (1), and today (2,3) and sometime in between (4) (Enter lover) Like lightning Energy cracks his face And she knows she is welcomed (The reason your meet-up got cancelled) Love drunk Or was that the rum and not enough calamari To soak up the alcohol…

Not imagined [poesy]

I was standing here Red dot on a map Of cross roads and constellations When the world slipped from under my feet Vivid emotion Truth spoke my name In a hundred different colours Symphonies of silence Sang the solo of serendipity As I fell into a pillow of peace Warmed by the assurance of my…

As I Recall [a poetic]

I see our dates In addresses and license plates Time we shared Stamped reminders into the world The code of us I see orange red flowers in trees Spicy blue drinks Rocks like dinosaur poop And hear them lilt “la-di-da” Simple things An album of memories and emotion for me And I wonder if you…

About last night (a poetic)

Legs twined. Our fingers climbed each other through the night. Scarves undone. My locks tangled yours Little brown vines. Inhale the moment Before memory wakes us – We are supposed to be angry About something Inconsequential. We use eggshelled silence To mask the sleep in our step. Courteous and unremarkable We play at passive anger…

Naturally Inclined (a poem)

Written years ago, by now. Still relevant. How time flies… for my love. Talking with you is Whispering into the wind: a thousand echoes come laughing back to me Spinning on a dirt devil of past personal secrets and inside jokes opening themselves like morning glories to the moon’s late melody. Though the story is…

Beauty Mirrored

They stood before each other Sure of the other’s beauty And suddenly stilled in the confidence of her own. The “I wish” and “if only” rose Darkening cheeks and shifting eyes They could not escape the taboo desire To acknowledge beauty in both her and her too Because this world has been trained To think…

‘Til Death Do Us Part

They were 2 ghosts at coffee Polite, if not a little awkward Corpses blushing for the first time Love flowing like the last gasp in their limbs Except they were very much alive And it was burgers, not coffee, And polite did not conceal The bitterness that tasted of decay, should have been in a…

Take It. [poesy]

Take it: My pen, and be enundated no longer with my pedantic, rambling streams; My hands, and suffer no too gentle caress any longer; My tongue, and be seiged with no passionate protests or sharp challenges against safe silence; My body, and harass yourself no more with fantasy of the sweetness of mine Eden’s fruit;…