28 4 / 2013

I have dreams where you leave me again and again—angry, and without warning. You pack the car while I sleep and take my morning grogginess for permission, and leave before the sun finds its way through the slotted window blinds. You leave me where I am, to wake in the darkness of our room where your smell lingers sadly in the air like a song I can’t seem to forget. 

My eyes flutter open. As my mind clicks into consciousness, my body acknowledges the first faint signs of loneliness; there is no imprint on your pillow, and the sheets are stiff and cold beside me. In the instant you don’t reach out—to pull me closer—I realize you are gone. And my morning mind, it breaks under the weight of all that pain. I try to lay still, though I shake with deep heaving sobs until there is no more strength left in me to cry. And once again I sleep…to wake hours later to the same realization as before. 

That you have left me. 

And from now on I will be alone. 

25 11 / 2012

16 9 / 2012

To Helen

I saw thee once, once only, years ago;

I must not say how many, but not many. 

It was July midnight; and from out 

A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,

Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven, 

There fell a silvery-silkenveiloflight,

With quietude, and sultriness,and slumber,

Upon the upturn’d faces of a thousand 

Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,

Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe

Fell on the upturn’d faces of these roses

That gave out, in return for the love-light,

Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death

Fell on the upturn’d faces of these roses

That smiled and died in this parterre, enchanted

By thee, and by the poetry of thy presence…

19 4 / 2012

"Per ardua ad Astra"

10 4 / 2012

10 4 / 2012



Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


William Ernest Henley

09 4 / 2012

09 4 / 2012

"Seeing the bank contracting at one place and expanding at another, I would think that such was life: with a hand it gives, with the other it takes…I now realize this maxim, but with my mind only, for the muscles under my skin are supple and compliant and my heart is optimistic. I want to take my rightful share of life by force, I want to give lavishly, I want love to flow from my heart, to ripen and bear fruit. There are many horizons that must be visited, fruit that must be plucked, books read, and white pages in the scrolls of life to be inscribed with vivid sentences in a bold hand."

Tayeb Salih, Season of Migration to the North

08 4 / 2012

Poem submission by Robert L. Phillips

The fields swayed green as an emerald ocean

As we marched heads proud away,

Only to have them hung with regret

For that which we’d lost and never again regained;

For our lives had grown calloused

And we ourselves grown old,

While the fields remained young and green by comparison.

(Source: celebratepoetry)

08 4 / 2012

I’m inspired to write again. It took so long. Now I’ll write everything down so that I don’t forget this feeling.

The swiftness of falling. 

The heavy burden of a secret. The lightness of emotion. 

And the realization that all I’ve been searching for is at my fingertips.