My feelings are big, and they sometimes bubble over. Like a cauldron or champagne. Something for celebration or something to maim. They spill on the floor, a tripping hazard. I will sit with the feelings And talk to them about their day They are clumsy, inarticulate, but ambitious and tenacious, Talking incessantly, passing a bottle, getting tipsy. They are a pack animal. They jostle and jab each other's ribs But they are...

Earlier in the week, Brian called Tim, inviting him and the rest of the ‘gang,’ including Sam, to a football game on Saturday.  Not just any football game but a match between ‘their team’ and the one that Brian roots for.  They are terrific seats as they are comps from the bank.  Brian also is hiring a van and driver to take them to the stadium about fifty kilometers away. Matt, Luke, John, Peter, Mark, Tim, Sam, and Bria...

I was sitting with my back to the bar, elbows propped on the rail, so I saw her when she walked in. So did many others, and whispers were exchanged and heads turned. A significant number of eyes followed her as she crossed the room and took a seat at the bar several seats away from me. She seemed casually self-contained, unaware of the stir she’d caused. It was a convincing act, but I felt certain that she was fully aware...

I sit alone, staring into the clear, cool water, so calm and still The reflection of the trees makes the world look upside down God knows it can feel that way sometimes, especially lately The mist hovers as it dances over the lake and consumes most everything Everything except me, of course It stays just at arm’s length, as if it knows I am off limits Is it your love that keeps me safe? Or the way you keep me from going o...

In the Apollonian and Dionysian abodes I hear nuances that are never implied how be they insipid to the empty eye   Then my fingers disintegrate into its silent voices and I find Being the sanctuary where the wave of a wing is so very fertile in its demonic syncopation   Like the harmony of the stars that reign all wonder which dares to ponder the very majesty of their charcoal infinity   For feelings are only feelings an...

Trust is so fragile  So easy to break Hard to repair  Often it’s too late  "Trust me," he pleaded "Feel my love,"  But the pain is blinding  The damage is done  Small little lies Behind my back  Caused the pull  Creating the crack  We talk and tease Smile when near But the passion is fading  Yet there’s no tears Where is your head When you speak to me?  Was this a myth  Or a girl's fantasy?  Trust is so fragile  So easy t...

My heart is an inkwell,overflowing with feelings I've known.Occasionally revealed by my pen.Both a gift and a curse,this fuel for my words.Spilling everything both real and pretend.Does any of it matter,or am I wasting my time?Pouring it all out for deaf ears, and stone hearts.Will it ever be enough,these memories, shadows and echos from my mind?Or will it continue to matter to no one but me. 

You have seen me for all that I am.Covered in the darkest, unfathomable essence of the night,I have bared all of my soul to you in the softest of tones.I have given you access to all of my memories.The most vulnerable pieces of me were yours for the taking,and placing my trust in you to the forefront, I let you explore.I was scared and frightened, that you would see the damageand wonder how a person could fall so low and...

Laying separately, with miles between.Staring up at the bare, dark ceiling.I have to wonder if you’regetting the rest you require.Silence can be the enemy.Creeping doubt and insecuritiesflooding all of your sensesin the deep solemnity of the early morning hours.Emotions between two are never simple.How close you can be with another person,and yet how far you can be at the same time.Feelings; are they meant to be hidden?Li...

“Got a minute, Brown?” I'd been watching for a chance to catch him without a band of brothas around him all morning. Finally he was in the tool room by himself so I moved in quick.“Yeah, whaddya want?”“C'mon, man, no need to be a jerk. You're gettin' what you want. Why not take it a little easier on us."“Am I?” he looked at me, hard eyed. “Am I getting' what I want?” His look was enough to stop me. “You people think you c...