I am not a man I am rooibos, earl grey, chai. I'm a bag of spices and herbs Sitting in a tub surrounded by ice and wind. Sharing my insides with others. The breeze above our human tea, A chilled request for embrace.
I am racing the sunset to my doorstep. Ready Set . . . Go! Jet in taxi Last text message sent. Smooth jazz oiling disjointed eardrums As I prepare for a sandwich of clouds. The water below resembles a Sequined welcome mat; A glittery invitation to follow the current course. We pierce the fluff ceiling … Continue reading #thatpoetryhost – The Race
Greenhouse Light bulbs Blossoming vines. Good company Is something You can't buy.
They asked me who you were, Who the "she" must be on the other side, The one receiving my poetry; Texts; Attention. I'm a professional dancer, Avoiding names like uneven pavement, Stepping sure to save grace. We are a pirouette, A spin move, A side step for inquiring eyes. For me, You have in all ways … Continue reading #thatpoetryhost – On Dancing
She dances. She's icelandic Living in Chile She's different With different eyes and lips She's a breath of familiar. A reader. Now she's a poem.
We get to love another day. We breath Work Swype words into Auto-correct that we can blame for typos We get to write again. We get to drink water and beer It's a gift to feel this, Even when it hurts. When missing is more answer than question. We get to pine, And … Continue reading Cherish
Uncertainty Is knowing where you need be, What you want, How the taste should be; But the day is flavored fog. When you are hitchhiking your way With baggage twice the size your heart. All you want is a hand, But you can't see a foot forward. You think of the beauty you've seen; You … Continue reading #thatpoetryhost – Uncertainty
We were American today, We saw things and said "How dare that be there? I must conquer it Climb it and know it's beauty from all angles." A waterfall knows our foot print. A glacier speaks our name in cracks and drips. Our adventure knows no bounds. We are blessed the land hasn't exacted revenge.
Everything is what it's gonna be. The bags packed. Every nothing that I've forgotten will be in its place when I return. The drinks have known my throat. Duty-free knows my passport and tonight will become today tomorrow. This is the beginning of documentation; Of flight without feathers. We sigh into the sky; A steel … Continue reading #thatpoetryhost – Departure
The act of packing is You Physically preparing For an imaginary experience. Foretelling the future In hopes of being ready for everything. You are never ready for anything. You trudge through laundry baskets, Recharge batteries and pretend you can plan For your life to change. We make reasons to bring things we know we will … Continue reading #thatpoetryhost – on packing