Tag Archives: love
Encore
He didn’t want to be there. When Charlene had come home gleefully waving two free tickets to hear the sensational new virtuosa, Malcolm told her he wasn’t interested. When she’d said, nonsense, he loved concerts, he’d shrugged and said, “Not … Continue reading
A Poem on Missing the Mark
Sur le même sujet* Sometimes, I feel drawn to you As an arrow towards a goal But each time I attempt my bow, I miss It is not that My aim is bad But rather, my unsaved friend, That you … Continue reading
Meanwhile . . .
Rewriting, rewriting Free Souls, going all the way back to Chapter 9. Raising the stakes for my MC and strengthening her motivation to do all this dredging up of her past. Lots of good, clean, obsessive fun. Who knows when … Continue reading
A New Old Poem, While I Do Some Important Editing
De Finibus Why do I think of quarries when I think of you Why of gravel pits Abandoned, with Holes of gray useless pebbles Churning In murky pools? Why touch I jumbles of cold hard things Ground By a blank … Continue reading
A Poem While Treading Water
A Last Poem I walk in a gray March rain On a path hung with forsythia past their bloom My heart crumples like Last year’s leaves Not Because you will not be there But because I cannot care … Continue reading
Yet Another Poem (Because I Should Post Something Regardless)
Salt A love that’s love should be a food For heart and body’s widest weal; As whole and warm as daily bread, A eucharist, to heal. But, no, not you–you’re crystal salt That flavours life but cannot feed; Exciting taste … Continue reading
Something a Bit More Cheerful
A Flirtation Why should it not be so that I should chance To sit and talk and laugh with you awhile, And drawn into the revel of your smile, With you for just a measure turn this dance? Is he … Continue reading
Another Poem (While I Wait for the LP to Arrive)
I’ve gained enough distance from the impetus of this poem to post it publicly. I think. Heresy Renounce! Renounce! Renounce all hope, each whispered dream, The least but-thought, but-felt desire For husband’s length stretched full on mine, For love that … Continue reading
Another Ancient Poem (Since the Next Chapter Still Isn’t Ready)
On Not Facing Reality – As Usual What then, if I should do this foolish thing And leap into the gulf between gray earth And all my yet unwrit eternity, And what if plea of yearning spanless dearth Of music … Continue reading
The Writer Sits Down 