Eve Rounds

a poem about you for you (and you)

you are your own
though your temperament reminds me of him
your head is more
ripe mango
while his was more
soft plum
my love for you is wrapped in
the strangeness of patterns and rhymes
decadent meals and annual martinis
our spontaneous brush strokes
a good cackle cry on the screened in porch
confessions of tiny magnets
make you (and toni girl) my favorite


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

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