short poems about life and love

sometimes i can still imagine him standing at the edge of a west egg dock peering through the night and constant fog...

trees skeletal and severe in the moonlight stretch their bony fingers skyward as if pleading for warmth or a return of leaves...

“your skin is my skin,” she said. “your lips are my lips, your heart, my heart.” beyond parable and pleasure those three...

bare silver birches shiver in this mid november sun. there once was a time when children swung happily from their flexible boughs...

beneath starry skies i wait for you. it’s late and long past counting these idle hours until your presence might grace my...

twin maples on my front lawn flicker and flame in morning sunlight. one by one crimson leaves shake and fall from cold...

behind each facade a story (though not always an interesting one). before every tear that feeling (which runs like a thread from...

behind the bungalow a path cuts through green waist-high grass as rough as a cat’s tongue on bare thighs. beyond the path...