Writing

Man at desk with black birds
["Asgardian Seagulls," digital art by cedar, YWP]
  • Waiting

    People brush past me

    Clouds shift across the sky

    The sun inches down

    The sky turns warm

    I hear people

    Yelling,

    Laughing,

  • proximity

    we're so close. 

     

    I am wrapped in the touch of another 

    suspended in a state of contentment

    and soft safety. 

     

    the lights in my room are warm

    and in the mirror 

  • Red

    Walk up to the table

    Tell them my name

    They look at me

    They look at my opponent

    "Red" they tell me

    Walk to the center of the mat

    Put on the red anklet

    Turn to my coach

    "Lets get a win" he says

  • Who They Say

    He is heartless, they say.

    But why did he give the little girl

    A piece of his meager bread?

    He is calculating, they say.

    But why does he not take advantage