Drinking Under the Moon

"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

Category Archives: Poetry

The Way They Do

When I love you, it is as if I am only my skeleton. Each fleshy part of me is gone away that sheaths my bones, And I am only a … Continue reading

June 19, 2017 · Leave a comment

Light Blue

Light blue, I think of you. Open, broad, far reaching sky or a sea that meets an end in deeper hue for days I could sit, let years go by … Continue reading

August 30, 2016 · Leave a comment

Home

The soft ground of home, dark and kind upon this enormous mound and in this moss and heather, our northern souls we find to its roots, its grass, its whispers … Continue reading

August 22, 2016 · Leave a comment

Ebb

I will want to forget you. To lose all echos that come with what you are. I will want to forget that I sit alone in the darkness without hope … Continue reading

August 21, 2016 · Leave a comment

Frostbite

    Why is it that all my poems are made of love, when you are not the land that holds me? Nor are you the sun that warms me … Continue reading

May 26, 2016 · Leave a comment

Junk Boat

Do you dare love a heart that saves you. Or do you wait marooned in search of passing ships that will take you to other shores.   I pass slower … Continue reading

May 11, 2016 · Leave a comment

Waiting

I will let you go now, softly into the night, knowing that there will be a time that I will not let you go, that I will be able to … Continue reading

April 22, 2016 · Leave a comment