Breathing corpses
lie on fallen idols,
and relics of an age
prophesied.

The poetry book falls, slow motion to the floor
and I take cover anticipating the ensuing
explosion of words, and wisdom
destined to be shrapnel to my soul.
Knowing nothing of modern literary warfare,
I jump under the table onto the shards of my life.
Broken dreams, shattered visions-
cutting me to the core.
This is where the …

The man’s breathing had grown labored.
That was to be expected, and so it was.
The man of five foot six had grown
larger than life – accomplished
in what he set out to do.
Just like a real man is supposed to.
The man had grown – had labored
into that accomplishment as well.
That was to …

in the dark forest
she is far above the ground.
she feels the lift and fall of walking
but feels comfortably paralyzed.
beneath her, the shoulders of a man
one who would carry her for miles and years.
when she is weightless,
or heavy with doubt.
he is as unsteady
as a leaf in the wind.
she, like a feather …