Music

It wasn’t his fault that he heard a hard bass and a fast tempo and that he wanted to pound his fist against hard tables. He was born with the sort of anger that imprisoned him and drove him to success. But she heard violins and falling leaves and the shhh of water down a…

Waiting and Sunset Skies

We’re waiting on cold kisses, cooled off after hours of no talk, no touch, no more words to say. Your lips go cold and mine do too. It’s cold, and I’m waiting for the heat. I’m waiting on the red blink on the phone that begs me to answer, and so I do right away…

Babel

How far do we go? At what point does a kiss become a distant fraction of a memory, something you can’t vividly see in the haze of all the dark blue past. And when that becomes a dull feeling in the back of your beating brain, then what? What more do you want when that…

Careful

Be careful, for her breath sways like mountains and her voice carries like trenches. Careful, for she orbits around herself and grounds herself in infinity. Careful, for she will shape your world with her calloused hands. Be careful, for she will quickly become your world, and the mountains, the trenches, and the universe of it.

Priority

The hand that holds his house, his business, his suitcase, and his car is no more powerful, no more productive than the hand that holds another.

Elements and Whiskey

I drag the smoke into my clothes. Across the bar a familiar hand hits the table. Another one. People in black lace and tall boots, wearing themselves thin, wearing it all proudly. The crows calling outside, but they can’t sing louder than the saxophones. The people howl over the noise. Another one. Blurring together in…

Limits

Do not limit your love to one person. One person alone does not deserve all the love you can give. You must spread out your love, for it is as abundant as the earth. Do not search for one person to confide your love in. Do not wait hopelessly surrounded by so much goodness. You are waiting…

Flutter

If I could warn you of one thing, it would be that your heart will flutter in fear and in love. And though it is tempting to fear love, it is far more rewarding to fall in love with fear. Your heart will flutter, your lips will go dry, and your skin will pale, but you will…

Briefcase Blues and Moonlight (lovers are impractical things)

Lovers are impractical things. Your sunglasses rattle as the tires screech across long stretches of concrete. The sun only sets when it is exhausted, and so you sweat in its fervent heat until it vanishes beyond the horizon. The moon shrieks at midnight, and it fights for your affection – the nocturnal, exaggerated love you…

Finnish Sorbet

I’m a narcissist. I write poems and prose about “shes” and “hers”, but I am only dotting my Is with my own face. There’s only so much you can learn when you focus on one thing. These immanent apocalypses within ourselves, these tentative conclusions we come up with, to reduce infinity, to give ourselves some…

Los Angeles

I was engraved into the heart lines of novels. There were lights streaming from all angles, cutting me raw into a night that wouldn’t take me, and I found myself quoting books because writers can feel things better than me. Have you heard of Los Angeles? My God, how wonderful blue eyes look on beaches….