zinc words & images

  • Spent

    I am unfair to you. Heart ripening But never growing To a comfort, never Reaching. I steal Your time and hope And bolster myself With it. I am Not the future, Only temporary Feelings, manifest In words and visions. Linger though, I Need you like No one ever has.

  • Night eyes

    There was a night when I know you watched me look up at the stars just emerging from the blushed sky. You had a camera to capture everyone’s presence, but I couldn’t see how my stargazing would be important, unless you wanted to be the star I looked to. I heard the camera click, felt…

  • Barricade

    Do I heal if I’m the one breaking my own heart. If I have unstrung the ligaments in my chest that hold me together, that have me looking east for the sunrise, so that I can try not to love you. Will I come back together without you in the space where my blood blossoms?…

  • Keep it close

    All these things are fantasy. Arm in arm, hand in hand, a thousand moments projected into the future and onto your skin, quiet and intense. Calling my name from across the room. Hearing your music, your patient artistry, fill our space and dovetail itself onto my heart. Dawn takes us, its sleepy charges, and aims…

  • Feeling narrows

    there is a static that creeps in when the windows are fogged from the evening’s weeping roof. The rain and the wind scatter sad jewels across my vision like a broken necklace catching everyone’s eyes and o-shaped mouths. The beauty of my decay is apparent, my skin crawls, my eyes fill and I am rapt.

  • Touch

    I lay my hand across my collarbone and render a dream. Un- real, my hand is yours and the air around us is velvet. Your smell fills my brain and I am wasted. Your secrets become mine-shared when I touch your hand or when I awaken to your eyes on me. It is both night…

  • In the Margins

    My fingers on paper losing their way. I draw circles around you, the empty middle is where my imagination lies.

  • Empty text

    I don’t have the skills or the grace to do this, to know what to do to keep you connected despite our distance. Letters and phones seem insufficient to love you and I’m not really part Of this pictionary future. No one taught me how to make anything long term. Really, I could make this…

  • Before and after

    I have been searching for an explanation that helps me understand why you are here in my world. Because yesterday you were not and I could sleep through the night. I was able to read books of poetry and the liner notes of my old CDs without seeing you in every page. I can’t see…

  • Sweet maple

    When I touch you It is like my hand is joined To your body Like you and I have been made From the same soft And sweet smelling wood. When I touch you I imagine the rippling Of time, moving Us toward one another But, at the pace of a Shrinking star. Possibility And impossibility,…