Founded 2014
POEMS
Cold as the Deepest Moonlight
First published by Finding the Birds, Gemini issue May 2020
The house changes to winter
And the stillness
is terrifying.
Numbing, perpetual frostbite
on a sunlit day.
How is it
the ache of loneliness
strikes me in odd places?
Fingertips hurt,
Fourth toe from the left throbs.
There is no drug to
ease this pain.
There is no cure
for the infection as it spreads.
Cold as the deepest moonlight,
it penetrates
beyond milky bones.
There comes a day
when exhausted honesty
with tired virtue in a time of change
has no place to heal
the mortal soul.
I must
dutifully wonder:
is being lonely
a welfare state?
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Ever Is a Long Time
First published by Lucky Jefferson , the 365 publication, 2020
Ever is a long time, he said.
But I was adamant.
I knew best or thought I did.
He struggled to compose himself,
while I watched.
I was determined to have the last word.
He turned at my words, with a pleased
disbelief on his face,
which never could hide things from me.
Ever is never just today.