Thursday, July 24, 2008

Thoughts of You in Banff

I can see you
in the reflections
of mountains
so crisp
and gently laid
against these emerald
glacial lakes.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Coming back

through the rain
does little
to wash away
your sorrow


to soften
the edges
of a jagged

Friday, July 11, 2008

A deep sigh

The bottle you once
gripped so tight
from between
your legs
and rolls away.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008


From my bed I hear
the screaming of rabbits
murdered in the night.

Although I never hear
your screams,
I know that they are there.
She falls into bed
like cement.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

We carry our disagreements
down along a spiral staircase
and bury them among the dead.

When the bones of our past have risen,
we will know its time to part again.

A tangle of living

A young man brushes past simplicity
and sighs.

Beyond the grainy chips of skull,
the dents of having loved remain.
In the bronze factory of my mind,
the girls are all dipped in liquid strawberry.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Oh dissertation... please write yourself