Category Archives: Poetry

I chased my love away And made sure she would go Because I feared the pain of when She’d go all on her own.

Love may, as though by lightning hit, Flare bright and shine out briefly, Or cast its glow, cool and slow, As by the north lights lit. But fast or slow, It still will go Out And let the dark back … Continue reading →

We climb from the solstice Into clean cold light, Shedding tarnished tinsel ashes, Wearing hueless haze, Awaiting the staining colors Of the next march of days.

Time, as we clock it,Falls back this week:And the hour handAs it retreatsPulls the dawn with it.Yes, day will come sooner—but its early lightPortends the coming of an earlier night.