Poem: The Paradox of Validation

Writing that I like the most Gets almost no attention No reception No mention in the hallows of verse Like ghosts of interception But is that such a curse? Doomed writer in the multi-universe? Stan Lee nods a wave of acknowledgement “Tahtah! Good luck young hero! Excelsior!” He winks while cameo smiling and miles to…

Poem: is it you?

  https://unsplash.com/@eddyvanduijn For Spencer (This poem was written September 5, 2003, revised 1/12/19) How many more must leave? ben david and now steve How many more must I love before all good byes are over? How much more do I have to offer? How much more hope is left? Is this what it’s all about?…

Poem: Spencer’s xmas Tree

His eyes were crinkled like Santa Claus when he smiled even though he was young his soul was old ancient in time like mine. One Christmas he carried a 6ft live tree letting needles prick him for endless sidewalks, maybe 10 blocks for us to have a Happy Christmas he walked like Jesus gliding in…

Poem: Waiting for god

I don’t want to go away or be a good brave soldier I don’t want to say or hear a treasure speak my final wish and throw Excalibur to safekeeping in find you later again and again and again tomorrow endlessly approaching full of promises of not yet. I’m not sleepy why must I nap…

Poem: Galaxia

Sera Clare Sera Angel Blue Sera Blue Eve Love apple nude Akasha Sere Verseau Serene Lapis Lazuli Atalanta Earthstar Eden Indigo Doe Light Lantern Sky clad phantom armored by naked Truth Sprite Dove Lake Laughter Ethereal sprout Ethereal cave femme ancestor Ancient parisian pleasure sage Shy dancing candle Sweet and tender vulnerable Soaring wildflower Nouveau…

Poem: Literary

During high school lunch I went outside even in the snow because I had no one. I sat with my pen and book wrote poetry as food. I wasn’t starving and the cafeteria was gross pocketed the lunch money like my own bully The poet bully… Some cool kids on the inside thought my poetry…

Poem: Past Centuries

I was Half Welsh Half French centuries ago sorrow accused of being a witch because of gathering flowers by moonlight’s glow. Villagers stoned me hurled rocks against bone I was seventeen then somehow managed to survive even though they left me brutalized and unconscious. I was always innocent thinking I could help a natural scientist…

Poem: Tenderness

(For David T. who loved the unloveable in me) Maybe I never learned that I was good enough but with David I allowed it tenderness. He’s gone because I gave up I betrayed him and he was the kindest knight I ever loved but he was beyond my known beyond what I could trust I…