how long it’s been. haven’t been counting days haven’t counted backwards on the calendar. haven’t bothered to reread my own words. haven’t been missing you

your blue eyes and crooked lippy smile which i inherited that tiny soft bristle brush for your basically bald head the white corvette a campfire cards

what did falling in love feel like to you actual falling a new winter sweater a blood flutter did you question its science or were you

sometimes the wind the waves muffle and drown my memories sometimes the wind the waves magnify and amplify the sound of your voice and clearing

this is  a silent film flickering  catching  starting over emptiness surrounding such a blinding contrast ahead of us shared stories  captured images disconnected nonsensical we

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   

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

accessing my vision, mobility and life saving drug is a greater challenge than the MS itself. ONE .5mg pill / day forever or until it

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

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

my wake centered on my back crippled by unconsciousness he places a kiss my run breath rising with the sun footsteps in opposition to the

find a shallow glass bowl of any non color with any power of translucency place it on a contrasting surface merely for preparation this shallow

existing in halves one foot in the sand one boot in the snow full and void rarely a windless day and so the sky celebrates

it was our privilege to watch la bamba in the master bedroom our preteen bellies full of linguine with canned clam sauce prone posed and

i am in every room eclectic functions grounded purpose my vulnerable brain unruly mind neglecting to preheat the oven succumbing to the chorus that’s been

lust by the throat full with a wet hop aggression bourbon on our tongues

a somber run but a fine speed off to the side lost in my breath’s greed at quite some distance many paces behind ding ding

heading south i see her approaching by borrowed bicycle white earbuds white capri pants white breezy bob pedaling to the rhythm section of her chin

they rest on the surface of me granting my entry into the most sacred of places a surprising density with neither mass nor saturation i

she is trapped an arid word she’d never thought to use herself on behalf of herself not in this timeline a word she’d used often

there’s no such thing as a perfectplace. no hardwood floor without that one exposed nail head no bookshelf full of novels that evoke only layered

too hot to make love so until sushi arrives we make fuck instead

silence but for my poppa’s clock now set to spring climbing up climbing out of myself burrowing into an unidentifiable comfort present most times of

existence becomes a soft lens a distant campfire a weak cup of tea no less real when we are chest to spine always simple always

your grip about my rib cage guiding lifting propelling in forward motion the grace of pas de deux the ferocity of a mosh pit we

the kind of day my jaw bone gnashes on an invisible feast craving to create craving to feast on the creation but with instrument missing

she had forgotten why she’d even driven west this morning so she turned herself about and headed east she had forgotten why she parked the

my memories of you echo with the scents of mulch and bamboo of breyers seasonal blackberry ice cream the streams of car wash suds down

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

a welcome humidity breaks through the seal of my skin seeps into my soul an onoff drizzle revives the resilience of my muscles releases their

your discontent began before your consciousness allowed yourself to fear it. having special requirements for your horizontal state i yanked the sheets out from my

he didn’t expect anyone to listen his brass notes swallowing up the water in unison with the mist gulping down the rest of us he

i walk for a long while i’ve been a runner hiker biker now a special occasion stroll a brisk paced too many beers too many

if only i could brace myself no i’m taken aback every time it comes from the back alley and kicks me in the jaw heel.

owning in a transitional neighborhood is like being part of an evolutionary experiment. where i was once afraid to walk eight years ago, i now

i prefer the deep end depth is my comfort of somersaults and penny fetching cheering high dives into the solitude of aqua night my dreams