Topic: poetry

For Love of Summer Neverending The full moon shines in the window of every car we walk past; you grimace at my bad jokes, my awkward hopes....

Lights On Timers That Haven't Given Up Yet On the floodlights around the tennis court spiders have made webs to catch the moths that come to the light searching for answers; sugary, powdery tho...

My Dust It's my dust on the nightstand, the alarm clock, the desk and dresser, on the loose change in the ceramic leaf you bought for me to keep it in; my dust, the crumbs of my lack of caring ...

The Perseid White divinity in the guise of a shooting star made shame of Venus and flew straight past the Moon as if it wasn't even there; if I hadn't been looking that way at just the right mo...