Writing in Pencil
Writing in pencilnot sure how longI’ll mean it Planning for regrethiding in thefine gray lines Tilting at windmillswith a stopped upmegaphone Writing in pencilChanging my mindwith each word
Anchored
It was a strange place; here and there, but nowhereWe were alone, you and me, and a hundred moreA place called home, but I’ve never been thereWe laughed and conspired; […]
Trust
2001 @ Bumbershoot listening to Antebellus Afrobeat Arms relax to my side– From close to chest –And swing easy-slowRhythmic to the musicShoulders breastsribs waistTwist bounce rotateCounter-beat, counter-clock…..Wise Leg one, leg […]
The Traffic Ticket
It had taken me months to get up the nerve to finally say something to him. It just seemed like it was time.
Walking the Ellipsis 