"The first time he found The Lady. Now he seeks The Tiger…"
Once before I knelt, sitting zazen before the Two Doors: The Lady or the Tiger.Last time I chose Right, and the Lady became my wife, and the breath and love of my life.Then she and our child died in childbirth.Now...
"Grieving friends find something needed in each other."
It was the right kind of day, chilly and gray, miserable, the sky low and sullen and spitting a few icy snowflakes which whipped around in the stiff wind. The kind of day that’s wholly appropriate for burying your best...
"Chuckles and tears at a Kentucky lesbian wedding"
It's a great day for a white wedding. Unfortunately, this bride felt blue. A lesbian wedding is no longer a novelty but remained merely a pipe dream for me until today as I stood in front of loved ones at...
"Will she ever love again?"
For the first time in a long timeShe dreads the walk up to her roomUsually, he is there to reassure herAnd hold her tight. But not tonightHe made his choiceTo toss her asideAnd crush her Christmas wish. She looks around...
The look that I notice, When I’m stroking your hair, That moment of wisdom, You give to my ear. The boy that was hurt, But grew into the man, The rage that you feel, That I now understand. The touch...
Sing me tuneless comfortCradling my painHelp me bear the sadness Burdening my brain Hold me while I rememberWhat can no longer beThe unthought thoughts I dailyTry so hard not to think And while you act as sentryI can bear to...
"Have you ever looked into a portrait?"
Have you ever looked into a portrait?And were drawn into it by their eyes;eyes that seemingly pulled at you.Eyes that you could swear were trying to tell you a secret.Deep dark pools surrounded by white sand.Pulling you deeper, seducing...
How many years has it been? How many years have passed since I've seen your face? How many sleepless nights have crowded my life? On tear smeared pages I write to you my bride. I'm a bottomless pit, an empty...
My heart hurts. My head tells me to be realistic. It was not meant to be. The tears flow, for reason unknown. The heart wants to blame, Wants to hate, Wants the hurt to go away. Logic will prevail, one...
"Sonnet #9: In reflective hexameter and heptameter, and Petrarchan rhyme."
Nightly, lightly the dance continues, echoes on Lightning quick, chancing eternity, just for possibly. Slightly, sprightly, another stab at plausibly; Counterstroke, counterpoint, turning, spinning like a boson. Each thrust and parry of words halts hearts, as a great oak sawn....
