Rosé for Mary A Divine Comedy A prayer of sincerity (The Lift) Forgive of me The ignorance That haunts my being Into the Inferno Of my ghost Lift from me The inequities That bind my soul Into the Purgatory Of my mind Unveil to me The grace That frees my spirit Into the Paradise Of…
Tag: poetry
Four Your Favorite Number
Undiscovered I: The streets are blocked Just like my mind Uncomfortable and hot I search for a cool drink And all I hear are the echoes of your voice At the card table Searching for the Marfa lights In your bedroom Nature swoons to remember you The wind across the desert The butterflies and birds…
My Bravest Moment
Yesterday, I delivered the eulogy at my sweet mama’s memorial service. It was not nearly as hard as I had imagined and certainly won’t compare to the emptiness I will feel in the days to come. But for today, I can say that I am proud of myself that I tried to give my mother a proper good-bye. After…
unpublished love 5
trastevere, il primo agosto reveal to me what i left behind 19 years ago presented with choices i did my best to remain intact a battle insignificant to most gave to me courage bravery gratitude reaching into the coffers i request a large withdrawal that depletes my accounts as i beg for mercy and ask…
unpublished love 4
as St Cecilia with her Roman veneration lies in stone slumber the streets rise and fall the walls close in clawing our way through dark invitations of death warning bells chime Hurry Leave Away SPQR tattooed on everything Roman atrocities are evident if you listen carefully they will try to capture your soul to feed…
unpublished love 2
that first night I slept and you couldn’t that is where the separation started the faint blue ember of the curtains showing the street lights below comforted me in a sad sort of way Rome again and I could not protect her from the grips even though she lay beside me the one I loved…
unpublished love
unpublished love comes to me like a cloudy vision that sounds like distant church bells* that wake me from sleep unpublished love is why i toss and turn because it whispers my name and then vanishes unpublished love lights the night sky with the brightest stars to remind us unpublished love waits for me at…
for the innocent
the full moon eclipsed by a cloudy night finds its way to my core where moments are treasured like lucky pennies to be given away in dreams where the wind blows impressions of a softness on a difficult day to remind me that Spring returns where meditations trace my beginnings to a river, diverged that…
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