Passing Relations

We found each other for a while, for a moment That should’ve lasted longer, while we searched For a new life amid ashes of ones already lived With frailties and fractures and losses in each. We stopped for each other- a bond too briefly bred- And in delighted ignorance planned out a future As inseparable […]

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The Irish Rose of Paris

You fancied yourself as a writer, I think, So many tales fell, so breathlessly, from your memory. I am sure it was upon a sweeping staircase Where we first met, long before foreign men tempted And twisted us with foreign tales and foreign lips. You, with your cascading curl’s, The color of chestnuts in autumn, […]

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Human Nature

There are moonlit nights On sandy shores- Barefooted and barely clothed, Worries washed away on waves And troubles left for other days.   There are soulful nights In firelight lost- All Red-wined up and caught in kisses, Drunk in love and wrapped in arms And blanketed in each other’s charms.   There are lonely nights […]

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Paris- Within Me

What is it about you that daily replaces you In front of my eyes No matter how far from you I travel? Were you the first one I saw from above With your grey slates, Smokeless chimneys And laddering towers to the Gods? Specs of gallant green Among your columns and follies, Your marching boulevards […]

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Wingless

I am me but sad, So recently and gloriously happy, Now still me- but sad.   I am me- but have loved, Made love and gave it, I still do, but now angry.   I have screamed to deaf ears, No one listens- deaf ears.   I have dreams but not wings, If i did […]

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Travelling

I am sitting in a cafe In a city now called home, I’ve travelled many roads to get here- And most all of them alone.   There’s been multitudes of languages And a million changing faces, Solitudes of silences And unforgettable embraces. I am eternally the estranger In a land of other locals, Externally the […]

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In Absence

In your absence It’s not that there’s less Laughter to life, There’s not less love Or even less light, Not all comfort is lost Or all joking discarded, Not all happiness hushed Or all joy deserted.   It’s not that I’m saying The sun won’t rise, That darkness descends And sorrow arrives, I won’t pretend […]

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