reminders come as wisps of
coffee, Colgate

French press, porcelain cups
left to cool over conversation
oak-stained tables,
the rings left behind

I knew I would love you
from the first slide
of my tongue ‘cross your teeth
gritty with minty freshness

I believe
the dregs always
are slightly bitter

we once shared

a bottle of wine from Mendoza-
homemade ravioli
with a vodka cream sauce

Coltrane softly wailing
the flicker of candlelight

lips whispering
against the faint bumps
of my spine

the sheets blushed
with sunrise
as you slip out of bed


check yes or no

I write you with
purple ink
swirled hieroglyphics
for you to translate

on lined paper,
a raggedy edge
where torn from
our old half-used up

line after line after line
I fill with days 

made of letters,

tasks, mundane milestones,
inconsequential goings-on

I only hear the clock ticking
softly after 4 am
when the house is alone
and even my breaths are silent

the envelope
stuffed with empty words
stamped by the door

we used to write
love notes
in smudged pencil,
the same paper
worn grey
from our hands

I’ve grown-up
and use pen 
as I make indelible statements
even as the words
have faded away


even when
there are no birds,
every morning
she scatters day old bread
outside her back gate
spring will only bring
soggy crusts, sodden grass


three blackbirds frozen
on three pickets of a fence
orange beaks poised to caw

drawing asymptotes

one might see us
as cliche…two ships
passing in the night-
transient, non-incidental
without lasting connection,
the silent sounds of our sails
as we travel parallel paths

I am the axis and you the curve,
ink drawn lines
precisely stretching closer
towards infinity in the distance
always reaching
almost …

yet, I wonder
how to sketch
the line thick enough
so our edges can touch.


ella’s voice softly
swaying, only one shadow
on the bedroom wall

🙂 a solution for the blue monday every day in all of us…

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