Author Archives: runsonsentences

I got your letter. You told me, “You will be okay living your life without me.” There was a time I lived my life inside you. How the hell am I supposed to be ok?

I won’t be gentle with you. That’s not what you wanted anyway.You don’t approach the ocean, holding your cup,asking merely for a sip. Dive in. I will tumble and toss you and drag you to the depths.I will spin you round til your limbs go slackand you’ve forgotten the direction of the sky.Best to letContinue reading “Ocean”

Don’t come to this altar offering something fleeting. I’m not interested in your libations poured out in well rehearsed performances. Why do you speak from one side of your mouth or the other? Whore or wholeness- could you stand for it to be both? Or would it shatter your meager vessel and leave your preciousContinue reading “Shrink”

What are you seeking in this flesh, these curves? Is it a home for your body? or something more… Tell the truth. You want something infinite.

Particles excite in the atoms of my fingertips, tiny whirling dervishes longing to dance at the altar of your skin. Instead they tap the tiny keys, willing the energy to inhabit words. What good are words? Cramped and awkward, a meager shadow of the lavish exultation they hope to capture. I am left with crumbsContinue reading “Texting”

A whisper stirs and beckons to me. See me. Hear me. My mind turns in recognition. I lean towards it, like stumbling across the murky edges of a dream into consciousness. She was only sleeping. Talitha koum- Little girl, arise! I awaken. Somehow, more me than before.

You occupy a space in me. Way down deep, beneath the rubble of a thousand unmet expectations. You dug me out and held me in your gaze. You grew roots inside me, and built a new space, a foundation, sturdy and strong Where I could sit, and rest. You saw me, With my tattered places,Continue reading “You Occupy a Space in Me”

You lit a candle once, a plea for life yet unformed, but longed for just the same. I long for this life still, now my own, emerging from shadow into shape, Pouring out from that cathedral to the hermitage of my heart. A single, unbroken prayer.  What song is this? You dreamed of me, aContinue reading “What song is this?”

I see you now. Eyes open, aware of our unfolding, our shared becoming. We draw each other forward, like two ivies reaching out, longing for the light. I need you, your body like a garden, lush and alive with newness. I wrap you in soft vines and hold you to myself, A perfect double helixContinue reading “Becoming”

I have been a writer my whole life, but for a long span of time, did not write poetry down. I would compose it, particularly when I was running, but let it drift away, like a sand mandala. A few years back, I started writing some of my poetry down. Most of these pieces areContinue reading “A word about these words.”