Writing

I only knew her for a couple months. But the way she spoke to me, the way we talked on the phone, it wasn’t hard to grow attached.

As I swim down to the sea shore,

I saw a crab selling seashells.

I waved my tentacles and shouted:

“Oy Mate! Give me a seashell!” 

The crab sneered, “you octopus, be gone!”

Think of whispers in the shade
Picnic cloths and lemonade

Afternoons in softened light
Books that stretch long into the night

The man stopped, bending over, weeping until his tears seemed to fill a gaping hole in his heart he had not noticed was there.

I was once 13 and a few hours younger

Just a bit

To young to comprehend the heartbreak of creation

To create something that the world

rejects

before it rejects you.

It rained today, but I can’t stop thinking about the future. 

In a world of war and lies and deceit and wrong,

All I seem to focus on is the little things.