Tag Archives: poetry


15 Nov

Pudding plods, bleached

Thinned out by some cosmic fork

Whisked around the world and left in layers above the mountain crags

Today, still. But not ever so

Some days, the dairy expires gray, dull

And the clouds lose their magnetic chin-pull.


the pedestal

14 Nov

Part of why I love you is that you love

me so much, and treat me so well. I’m

afraid that one day,

you’ll wake up

and I’ll have fallen

off the pedestal

you put me on

And you’ll stop

loving me. Then I’ll be left

 without love for you, nor you for me.