A Poem For My Daughter

I adore her passion Matches the sparkle in her eyes Her life, like her spirit Rages like a bonfire in the sky She arose from mommy’s belly I played catcher in the rye From that moment on our bond solidified From love – peace and crying streaks and breathing for the very first time No […]

Anatomy of a Broken Heart

There’s this period where you just feel numb and find yourself staring at your cell phone or computer screen, having super trippy, intro-to-psychology-type thoughts like, “She can’t find her happiness with me because she isn’t happy with herself.”

Life is Good

I say it without reservation; that life is good. I think it with firm resolve; that life is good. There are days when I struggle to embrace life being good. Thinking back to two years ago and everything I’ve withstood. I mean, it’s made me stronger in ways I’d never imagined. How ironic this life […]

Weapon Of Mass Pleasure

I was ashamed for at the foot of my lovers bed, none so much as a polished toe did curl, save one Bent in opposite direction The biggest of the bunch and sparing my tongue from licking upon A single sliver of golden pearl, Coating the warmth within her skin My licks danced twirls as […]

My Pulse Pounds Silently

Forward I’m normally this strong force; a guiding light that others seek. But she has awakened in this poet, a lover wanting to doggy paddle up her creek. To wade around in her deep sea. Sometimes she makes me weak, great heart skipping beats. And she does so effortlessly. I always trust my intuition, explicitly, […]

The Art Of Love

The art of loving Requires no brush of paint Or numbered two pencil She is the art Her heart the canvas Upon which my love is stenciled How I need no eyes to see The desire written upon her own My chocolate skin coating her caramel Body in kisses; where licks too are honed Wanting […]

What Purpose Love Serves

The language that follows the path of most resistance whether it’s the marrying type or the look who’s coming to dinner tonight It is not all hype Up on the coffee table we have christened, which found no weary mug needing rest, no I don’t drink coffee, only the warm soft skin of the woman […]

This is not your average post

I am not looking for my first time, as that happened years ago. The Tremont Hotel Chicago was situated in an enclave, surrounded by the city view just off of the Magnificent Mile. It was the second time she had come to visit and I was not looking for a good time. I was a […]

Love Never Dies

Grief is a motherfucker. It has the tendency to exploit weaknesses, manifested as intense feeling and strong emotion about any and everything. It tends to place these precious vulnerabilities into tiny unkempt boxes, daring you to compartmentalize all that you have been bottling up to that moment. Boxed in like a baby cow waiting to […]

Living in the Moment

Grief can be a very lonely process… I picked up my cell phone which was wet from my tears. The touch screen had become unresponsive due to the moisture. I’d been on the phone with my mom for the greater part of the evening. She had become my stress release in the weeks prior to […]

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