Love, Lost

Last night I finally said goodbye. In many ways, perhaps, our early loves are always phantoms echoes of what we wish to see tinged by rose-tinted hormones flushed cheeks Drunk on fresh love’s elixir, we pledge our troth to an hallucination bind our hands to a passing dream. At least, I would like to believe…

Forgiveness – It’s Never About Them

Forgiveness is a fraught topic. The Online Etymological Dictionary entry for “forgive” suggests its origin is as follows: Old English forgiefan “give, grant, allow; remit (a debt), pardon (an offense),” also “give up” and “give in marriage” (past tense forgeaf, past participle forgifen); from for-, here probably “completely,” + giefan “to give” (from PIE root *ghabh- “to give or receive”). “Completely given” makes sense…

The Earth does not Burn

I wrote this poem over the summer. Since my city has been literally on fire for over a week, it’s been running through my head. Maybe it will mean something to you too. The Earth does not burn. Though the fire rage, Flames searing life from limb, And though a thousand small creatures are smoked…

Executor

I pulled the plug.  It may as well have been a trigger, Says my heart; I closed the book myself, And cannot mourn.  Some loss is irrevocable; Powerless, you cannot stop The truck, the bullet, Turn back time. Denial, anger, bargaining,  Railing at life and death, Waves of grief, up and down, Washing. But some…

Untouchable 

My heart was shattered, Hammered into a hundred shards,Broken.  Now it is cobbled together,Pieces held in placeBy the last shreds of my will, And I hold the world at arm’s length.Afraid that if anyone should get through,Should actually touch my heart,It would crumble all over again.