To Say Goodbye

“Sweet, so would I,  Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing,  Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,  That I shall say good night ’till it be morrow.”  What a thing, I say, to say, Goodbye. You breathe petals into my ears, Hum bees into my heart. You crystallize In my fragmented…

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[Untitled]: A Poem

I wrote this poem spur of the moment, as a very dear friend of mine recounted the many ways he loves his fiance. I am so honored to be a part of their story, and to my readers, I cannot honestly recount how deeply their story made me feel, for there are no words to…

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Between Two Mountains: A Poem

I never thought I’d be the silly writer Who would dare to utter the cliche ‘Your lips were the color of sky’. But here I am, And to say otherwise would be a lie. The sky tonight for perhaps a minute and a half Was the same color as the gunmetal chill Of your lips…

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Promised Evenings: A Poem

My heart curls around your fingertip like a slinking cat winding its tail around a corner pressing its bones against the edge aching for release. The cat will chase shadows in the alleys as will I seeking solace in moonlight catching shades like fireflies trapping them in jars wondering when they will materialize into the…

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Don’t Think For A Moment That You Meant Nothing: A Poem

Don’t think for a moment that you meant nothing You were as the sun that lifts the fog. You were as a breath of wind that moves a dune of sorrow And carries it to the seas. Don’t think for a moment that you meant nothing You were a raindrop against the veined leaf Magnifying…

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Five Things I Learned About Art From Seeing Shearwater Live

This past weekend in San Francisco, I went to see my favorite band, Shearwater, perform live at Bottom Of The Hill. I was worried I’d be disappointed; that somehow their live performance wouldn’t live up to the music I’d grown to love on their albums. I’ve been disappointed by bands I’d been in love with…

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I Wanted To Love You

In the snow, we whistled, chased birds, threw ourselves down hills, ran along railroad tracks and chased trains blindly through the soft senescent light of streetlights. We drank tea and coffee and ran together and fought and I broke the spines of your books as an act of vengeance. In the flowers, we bled, we…

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Law of Conservation – A Short Work Of Fiction

Green. Red. Pop. The echoes hiss down upon us distantly like a noise underwater, or from far away. I sit in a crowd of hundreds of people, children and adults, squealing, pointing, shouting at the sky. Green, blue, white, pop, pop, pop. The height they will reach is equal to the initial velocity times time…

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How Jack Learned To Read

I have had the good fortune of conversing with a very interesting fellow over on Goodreads. This fellow (who requested anonymity, we’ll call him Jack) was kind enough to talk to me about how he got into reading at a much later age than most do, and how important books have become to him. I…

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