Poems

The basement flooded and I watched the water fill the house to the rim. My books were ruined and I began to write my own.

My first time alone on New Year’s Eve, future uncertain, past unresolved. The desire for time travel escapes me.

We heal and grow big hearts from the shatters of explosive heartaches.

“The sensual wetness of the sand beneath my feet is balm to my seared soul. The siren song of waves beckons.”

My blue ocean sadness. Kept from you, hidden from view. So I keep docking at the same port of hurt.

The warmth of your small body seeps through cracked exterior penetrates deep into this caked clay.

Your love wasn’t conditional – It was trapped inside a heart afraid to beat out loud. It was off in the distance.

The sand is raked perfectly into lines of dried ravines. Water in the tetsubin, ready for gyokuro.

Lying in bed. I kiss his lips. Trying to taste the ocean I was born into but he is not home. Not even close.