Recently popular poems

Still in Love

Still in Love

A dry martini,
Jobim, and you beside me
On the leather couch

The Wind

The wind is like an orchestra,
Playing live in the great outdoors,
Blowing in from the north afar,
It whispers and then it roars.

The Woodwind section starts to blow,

four seconds

I watched how
a young woman stood
behind the counter inside a bank,
with the warmth of an
off-gold light honeying everything
But when she turned her head back;
That was elegance.

Ode to Now


A crescent moon, sharp enough to prick one’s finger on
A Sun that could sear one’s eyes
Clouds buoyant enough to float away upon
Through endless cerulean skies