When I meet you, in that moment, I am no longer a part of your future. I start quickly becoming part of your past. But in that instant, I get to share a part of your present. And you get to share a pa...
The TypeEveryone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else. -Richard SikenIf you grow up the type of woman men want to look at,you can let them look at you. But do not mistake eyes for han...
Still now I send letters into spaceHoping that some mailman somewhere will track you downAnd recognise you from the descriptions in my poems
How strange, that when you are away, I reach for my cell phone's buzz as if it were your hand. Each shiver in my pocket, a way to find you.
You can only fit so many words into a postcard.Only so many in a phone call.Only so many into space, before you forget that words are sometimes used for things other than filling emptiness.
Private PartsThe first love of my life never saw me naked - there was always a parent coming home in half an hour - always a little brother in the next room.Always too much body and not enough time fo...
Hands learn. More than minds do.
You're just smelling for smokeso you can follow the trailback to a burning house,so you can find the boywho lost everything in the fireto see if you can save him.Or else--find the boy who lit the fire...
When they bombed Hiroshima, the explosion formed a mini-supernova, so every living animal, human or plant that received direct contact with the rays from that sun was instantly turned to ash. And what...
She makes tea by hand. Nettles, slippery elm, turmeric, cinnamon - my mother is a recipe for warm throats and belly laughs. Once she fell off a ladder when I was three. She says all she was worried ab...
Oh, Brother. No matter your wreckage. There will be someone to find you beautiful, despite the cruddy metal. Your ruin is not to be hidden behind paint and canvas. Let them see the cracks.
It is hard to stop loving the ocean. Even after it has left you gasping, salty.
Is there a word for the moment you win tug-of-war? When the weight gives, and all that extra rope comes hurtling towards you, how even though you've won, you still end up with muddy knees and burns on...
We were dandelion seeds released to the wind, she asked for no return. We are saplings now. With gentle hands.
We both know how to hide our sharpest parts, I just don’t always recognize my own weaponry.
They'll be days like this my momma said.When you open your hands to catch, and wind up with only blisters and bruises.When you try to step out of the phone booth and try to fly , and the very people y...
There was no secret I did not tell him, there was no moment we did not share. We didn't grow up, we grew in; like ivy wrapping, molding each other into perfect yins and yangs
Our model ships look perfect in their bottles, but we do not know if they are seaworthy. Sometimes the one that reaches your harbor has already been through the storm.
If he leaves you with a car alarm heart, you learn to sing along.