Eve Rounds

from the douchebag bar

his bare grip strong
encompasses my gloved fingers
his own recent history
the constellations of our
midnight promenade
sleet storms although tepid
freeze my toes
beer bellies although full
crave something homemade
at home
in home
our home
we glide east sharply south
always a direct route
because us
over puddles turned ocean
“we walk so well together”
and yet
and so
we sail still
holding hands
always so very us


It isn’t easy being a twin.   Others considered us as one two-part person,  while our parents saw,  in our conspiring, four or more.  


dark morning darkness woke up crying i now embrace the word should. it’s a simple truth. my dad should be with me on my   

27 days ago

i lost you so suddenly too suddenly your blue eyes in a constant state of near tear because you loved life giving us so much

haiku ish

in this direction waves break to the right of me reversing my own current

.no . title .. here …

your ……. face against the bruised air between my quiet mind and the raging storm …. panic .. desire …….. pain and wishful logic slowly …