Originally published by Vox Poetica. You collided with my life like a train into a wayward car— except maybe I was the train, and you were the car. A 1980s muscle car, the red paint chipping away, the metal frothed with rust, but your bass still pumped; your rims shone. Your eyes oozed danger; your Read More
Tag: poetry
Glass Dancer
(Written November 18, 2003) You dance so gently on a stage of feathers And you tiptoe so softly, leaving only tiny wrinkles as footprints in time like a delicate ballerina in a crystal ball encased by silence, a frozen beauty of awe But the father of time can spin you around and rewind the clocks, Read More
Sea of Broken Time
(Written 2/3/2004) Dancing in a lifeless world, ambushed by the sins of time The cracks creep through the dusty floor, sharpened by our restless cries. A war of detailed memories once tiptoed through these fields But those faceless knights drew out their swords, and stepping down, the queen gave yield Her crown dropped into a Read More
Waterfalls, Not Daffodils
(Written for and read to Rachel at our wedding on August 25, 2012.) Our love is not a blazing yellow daffodil against a sea of grass, boasting 6 perfectly formed, evenly aligned petals more lustrous than the July sun at noon. Nor is it a meticulously cut diamond, three and a half carats of pure Read More
Raindrops in Your Hair
November 17, 2003 – Winner of Randolph-Macon College’s Poetry and Song Contest (2008)
When the world is crumbling to your knees
The darkness through the tunnel is all you see
Ancient dynasties with roots of steel
come collapsing into the ocean
smoothly, like Dominoes, none left forgotten.
Glass Dancer
(Written November 18, 2003) You dance so gently on a stage of feathers And you tiptoe so softly, leaving only tiny wrinkles… as footprints in time like a delicate ballerina in a crystal ball encased by silence, a frozen beauty of awe But the father of time can spin you around and rewind the clocks, Read More
Sweet Yesterday
(Written 2003) Popping the years into my mouth as cheery crackers so flavorful and so clear even after they’re gone. Chugging the sweet memories of paradise down my throat as the taste lingers. Yesterday rainbows were dancing Today all is but forgotten And tomorrow who knows? The damp humidity swells around me encompassing my existence Read More
6.24.12
The time since the last day her hand gripped that pen (in that special way) Two thousand nine hundred and twenty-two days. Two hundred and fifty thousand seconds. Eight years. The memories made since the last moment that pen touched the paper (ready to move mountains) Roller coasters and cotton candy in the summer. The Read More
Black Crow
(April 21, 2003) You sit atop the highest tree, casting rays of black elegance unto the land. You see the world through your velvet eyes, taking in every sharp detail and allowing nothing to slip past your glare. You turn heads with every swift movement, We only see your stiffening luxury. And your mind is Read More