The Kingdom of Stars

November 17, 2014

The sun set far to the south,
And the moon had begun its
Celestial trek across the blue
And indigo of night’s canopy.
There is where we meet again.

It was the kind of evening
Where the clouds surrendered
Their domain to the kingdom
Of the stars, and each breath
Hangs in the air, desperate.

Frosted gales blow in across
The mountain passes, sifting
Snow like powdered sugar
Onto the few travellers who
Dared brave the journey east.

A thousand and one words
Stand at attention on the tip
Of my tongue, none escape.
Every sentence falters, even
Those we give ourselves.

That blessed land between
Darkest night and dawn’s light:
Here is where we meet again.



September 16, 2014

Noiseless whispering:
Our new crime scene.
Lift the veil, and enter.
Your eyes will adjust
To the darkness within.
As wind rustles leaves
On the trees outside,
We move silently,
Shapes in the dark.

Both hidden and bare,
We will let the night
Take the helm and drive
Into sweet oblivion.
Before the sun rises,
We shall have taken
More than we can give
And lie in the morning.



March 19, 2014

Silent footsteps creep across
The carpeted living room floor,
Eyes wide open but blind
To the bleak midnight air.
She tilts to the left, just a bit,
Farther than she would
If she were awake.

Sleepwalking runs in her blood,
Her mother had told her once.
Lock your door and leave a light
On in the hallway, just in case.
Neither measure helped, but
It was the thought that counts.
Like leaving the window open
For the deceased’s soul to leave,
It seemed like a futile gesture.

Wandering aimlessly across
The stillness of the concrete
Courtyard, this is the farthest
Her feet have walked on their
Own volition. If someone
Were to spot her now, they
Would be torn between
Calling for help and waking
Her from her grave journey.

Each night calls her closer
To its icy embrace, until she
Is lost to it forever.


Tricky Questions

February 13, 2013

I will always remember the time
She asked: “Daddy, what’re dreams?”
It was a simple enough question,
But I this was one I wanted to
Get right… so I stopped and thought
About movies and books and people,
Folks like MLK and John Lennon.
She was still looking at me for a
Good long while as I processed the
Question. I told her that dreams
Were the pictures and things you
Can see when you are asleep,
That your brain never really
Goes to bed and just keeps giving
You things to think about.

Now it was her turn to process.
She scratched her head between
The pigtails and said “Okay, but
What about when people tell
You to chase your dreams?”
A thinker, this one.
I told her that eventually she
Will feel like there is something
She is meant to do, and that thing
Is also called a dream because it’s
Something that is hard to get to
But worth the trouble.
She smiled, and replied,
“I like dreams.”
So do I, dear. So do I.


Labor Pains

January 10, 2009

The most unsettling flight of fancy:
A man returns home from work,
Throws his coat across the living room.
He wonders where everyone’s at
As he kicks off his shoes.
His wife, well into her third trimester,
Is trying to teach their son how to read
(A difficult task in the best situations).
The man strides along and picks up
His son, nuzzles his face into the boy’s
Curly brown hair and hugs him tight.
No words are exchanged between
The man and his wife, all it takes
Is a look and a kiss.
A happy family, idyllic as
The wheat fields in summer.
The night moves on, the boy takes
His bath and is tucked into bed, and
An exhausted couple take a
Well-deserved break on the couch.
His arm around his beautiful wife,
His hand resting on her pouting belly.
“I love you,” he whispers in her ear.
Like a flash flood she jumps up,
“Oh Jesus, it’s time! It’s time!”
It was a well-rehearsed plan.
Grab shoes and coats, wake the boy.
Flying down the yellow lines of
The freeway to the hospital,
He can tell something’s wrong.
The nurses won’t look him in the eye,
The doctor takes the man aside,
“There’s been a complication.”
Four words no man wants to hear.
Proceed with the birth, she dies.
Wait any longer, the baby dies.
A decision must be made.
Thank god I woke up.