We rose up in the sky that night and you
were the breeze leading me home.
You said “Take my hand and we’ll tuck this memory
into a little place in your heart forever”
And you were the red in my lips
and the smoke rising from the flame
You were the stars shooting across the sky
I couldn’t be more excited to announce that this weekend, I accomplished one of my lifelong dreams of self-publishing a
book of my poetry! Through many iterations and rounds of design with my editors, manuscript, and cover design artists – and through the amazing feedback and suggestions from friends and family – I am now live on Amazon for purchase!
Poetry is something that’s always had a special place in my heart, and I’m thrilled to put into the world my contribution to what is absolutely one of my favorite art forms.
If you feel so inclined, here’s the link for some good bedside reading ☺️:
Sunflower big bang star explosion
Kiss me quickly with your gentle
Kill me quickly with your sunshine
Show me dancing with your high line
Hold my heart
Make it explode into a million tiny pieces in the night sky
Love me so hard I repeat my existence
Over and over and over
Love me so hard you’ll never have to stop
Your hyper-star gaze
Visceral in my throat punch
Smile cocked like a gun
Checking my tires
Popped them like a mail gun
Tell me wicked little secrets
Titillate me with your devilish desires
Wake me stupid with your dirty charms
Til I sleep in nevermore
Choke me lurid with your tailspin
Wake me stupid from a daydream
Take me weakly with your left hand
Lullaby me nevermore
“No reason to lie when you can shock them with the truth. It’s more interesting anyway,” you said.
Lentils, cooked or not, are still lentils. They just smell different. I squeezed them tightly in palm of my hand.
“Anthony, why’d you give me cooked lentils? That’s so weird. Why are you so weird?” He always loved lentils. The red kind, not the green.
“Anthony. Darling. Let’s walk up this hill and catch the last sunset together. It’ll be worth it. I’ll buy you a home by the sea, just like you wanted.”
You asked me why.
“Because that’s what people do when they love each other, Anthony. That’s what we do.”
For the unforgettable – Ecuadorian flute bearing – MJ.
Dreamers, keep dreaming. We aren’t the hopeless romantics; the world has it wrong. We are the hopeful romantics. Dream on. Live on. Love on.
Slice me open like a renegade You runaway black star
Kiss me quick like a snake
Let your poison dangle over my heavy bones
Tickle me slowly with your feathery gaze Hunt my flesh
Make me hunger for your bloodthirsty Kill
Seething love through my vertebrae Shaking rain make me thunder
For your whole
I’ll take any excuse to love you
So explain to me that the sky isn’t blue
That this pain I’m feeling isn’t real
Tell me that people don’t really have two hands Tell me we’ll live forever
even though I know someday we all have to go
I’ll take any excuse to love you
Any excuse to believe that this might somehow work Tell me that when you paused
when I asked if you thought we’d be together always
That you really meant yes
to be immortal
this cavern of consciousness repeating
dying- life giving,
fell into muddied waters never to return
the human spirit
What is it like to be with you when the whole world is asleep?
I’d love to know the taste of your lips at midnight
sweeter than sunrise, softer than sunshine against my windowpane at dusk.
what is it like to kiss your face when the rest of the world closes its eyes?
I’d venture to say it feels like the broadest luck
quite impossible, quite unimagineable, but innumerably
your breath on my tongue
your eyelashes in my dreams but they flutter gently on my face
so real, too true, but quite still so unimagineably similar
to when stars collide.