short poems about life and love

“the word is not the thing” he said once again and of course i had to agree (at least intellectually) but what...

he talked about the ultimate color to thread thru his window on a world and maybe you remember the jester who once...

“you’re not too special” she said and to my young mind it must have been true as she stood sternly in blue...

there are words we hurl against the fabric of coal- black night, words that scaffold our crumbling sensibilities and designed to force...

you don’t have to pull as these words bleed out and spill on the page to soak them in meanings i can’t...

a married man listens to his wife (and a whole lot more than she’ll give him credit for) mainly as one might...

i. the notes of her song echo across so much empty air between us (and maybe you’ll say it’s just a vibration...

it’s not some photo pinned in a frame which hangs by the door slowly collecting dust. it’s not found in memory from...