Other Works
Check out a few of the poems that I've worked on over the years!
Anchored
The moon is a peephole
To the heavens above
Bold and brazenly
Standing guard
Over night and silent dusk
The moon is a doorknob
Untouched
And bereft of its key
A handle
None will ever grasp
The moon is a lamp
Shearing the veil of darkened unknown
A Stormy Voyage
Life flares
And dies
Like an ember
Seething, hissing, spitting
The foremast looks stoic
In the glint
Of steely light
A lighthouse of resilience
In the vast expanse
Infuriated waves
Ravage the coarse texture
Of the water
Foaming, thrashing
A spectacular beast
Departure
The bleak October autumn
Limps along
Devoid of vibrant color
Contrasting the gentle warmth that encompasses me
My head rests on the pillow of your shoulders
As I seek comfort
Shelter
From the pain
Of one last day
I smile through the tears,
The liquid fire
That scorches on its way down
Further Away
If only the moon
Hadn’t felt like setting that night
The wordless beauty
Would have been transfixed forever
Frozen
Glazed with the yearning
To seek those hands
Under the fading cover
Instead
The blackened fibers
Stretched taut
And brought the moon to its knees
sunrise
morning light blossoms
trickling stealthily nearer
kissing the cold dew
Drawing on Canvas
The moon greases onto the black night
Like a piece of melting butter
The stars tinker around with their arrangements
Chiseling pinpoints of light into the stone of the sky
Existing there
As if to teach mortals how to paint