FEATURE

BLUEBIRD

Bluebird softly tittering.
Maybe Bluebird’s what I’ll call you.
Soaring through these gray, spring skies,
then landing soft and jittering.
Frolic through the heather’s dew,
then enter in my life…

ALL POEMS

The moon walmart

I saw you in the Moon Walmart,
but I looked the other way.
Ran the other way.
Ducked behind a display
and peeked out at you from overtop…

Runner’s hunch

My dad’s shoulders
are distinctively hunched,
a hunch belonging to a certain type.
Runners.
The distance kind.
The move-till-you’re-dead,
make-your-lungs-melt,
13-miles-a-day,
distance kind…

bedroom corners

Backed into a corner…
Guys are always so much bigger, no?
It’s almost unfair…

I LIKE HIM

I like him.
I don’t care if he’s just a friend.
I don’t care if I have to pretend that he feels more for me than he ever will.
I like him…

The Man. The Myth. The Legend.

I’ve never known a true man’s love,
not from partners nor my father.
And I’ve never known a gentle touch
or a boy who isn’t bothered
by my girlish delight at simple things
and my love for sweets and flowers.
Or my romantic side and sensitivity
and my want to pass the hours…

WHITE CHOCOLATE

You only liked white chocolate,
so I can’t eat it to this day.
We always wanted matching lockets,
but it’s hard to cut pictures, anyway…

YOUR sister’s purse

The picture popped up like a ghost,
the sentimental, flowery love note
roughly fastened to a dried bouquet—
an ephemeral postcard from memory lane…

AN EARLY NOVEMBER SNOW

I noticed you don’t like
people who feel.
You only like the ones who
let you dip your fingers in your chest
and wipe the blood on them…

AVALON

It’s not that I can’t express it;
I don’t want to.
Silence is a hidden cove.
A port of solace.
A fortress no one else may enter.

I’ve become my own haven…

Heat Transfers

I warmed up to you.

Like my hours-old coffee sitting in the sun
trickling onto the dining table…