Some people ran inside
from the rain and others walked 
in very slowly.

The dream was just

too complicated to explain.

But there were kisses.

You must surrender
but not give yourself away. 
Like Cheap Trick said to.

There are ghosts here
but they're all really nice and 
kind, comforting ghosts.

There're moments I want 
his fingers touching me more 
than I want to breathe.

I wish he would walk
up behind me and kiss my 
neck gently, slowly.

The snow melted and 
under it was super green 
grass ready for sun.

Where does the snow go,
Mom? The earth drinks it like a
tall glass of water.

His hospitality,
so warm, I never wanted 
to leave his smile.

I thought those stories
my whole life then I realized
my mom was lying.

And the blue-rimmed shot
glasses with salt that had the
tequila in them.

I remember the
red wine and basketball on 
in the bodega.

The branches have ice
surrounding them. Like a time
capsule until spring.

Bye bye, baby. I 
feel you pulling away. I'll
miss you. Bye bye, baby.

My papa said you have
to tend to the fire, turn it, 
stoke it, let it breathe. 

I'm jealous of the
pretty songbirds that stay warm
even in this cold.

We all have secrets
and it's all those secrets that 
makes us all equals.

The soft powder white
flurries of snow spun and slid 
where the wind took them.

Come to think of it
it was my grandpa that taught
me to build a fire.

The sun was 
anything but hot. It was cold,
bitter and blood-freezing.

The chill of grief is 
great. The warmth of their life was 
immeasurable. 

She held her hands so 
unlike anyone else I 
couldn't help but watch.

A zombie, a witch 
and a vampire walk into 
a bar and talk shop.

The white sliver of 
moon, sinking in the sky, hung 
like a heavy heart.  

The grass is delicate
above the surface. Below 
the roots are strong.

Breathless, ruddy she 
caught up to find she wasn't 
who she thought she was.

The sky opened up 
for me. The sun shone down. I 
walked out of the shade.

I dreamt last night and 
the dreams kept me awake all
through the long, cold night.

I dug up the earth
worm's home. I needed a good 
place to plant my seeds. 

My sleep all last night
was peace, bliss, floating, dreamless. 
Everything I wanted.

We talked in the
kitchen. The children played in their
room. We were mothers.

I feel like the Soup
Nazi tonight. Like, "GET OUT! 
NO HAIKU FOR YOU!!"

The dreams from last night

will follow me today like

ghosts around my house.

That tricky witch. If
I could know what she knows I 
might be tricky, too.

I could see him wanting 
to say something to her, 
but he held it back.

Time's they are changin'
and if you can't keep up then 
we'll change without you.

Sometimes I watch the 
cat and I'm fairly certain 
she thinks I'm crazy.

You watch your friend
make the most wretched decision
they could ever make.

Sometimes the small 
sacrifices now lead to big 
successes later.

She watched the smoke 
leave her lips and became 
invisible like the air.

winter's 
arms 
wrapped 
me 
up 
the 
sun 
was 
above 
us 
very 
far 
away

The intensity's 
too great. I want to get away,
but I just can't.

"It is so dark..., so 
dark, it is as if darkness 
where the shape of cold."
                                  -The Golden Notebook

"She said, Kick out your 
motor and drive while you're still
alive. Kick it out!"
                                          -Heart

The sky meets the land 
and the land meets the sea and
the sea meets the sky.

I will be your 
little devil if you will be 
my little angel.

She said, I dreamt of 
you last night. He said, I just
love your dreams, my sweet.

You have to look at
it and choose to move right through 
the saddest sadness.

I'm so depressed 
today I can't write so I choose
to write depressed.

I don't want to know 
what you're doing. It reminds
me of what I'm not.

I have the blues bad, 
Daddy-O. And not the pink 
and green sparkly kind.

She was under
completely. It happened so slow 
that no one noticed.

We only hate the
trash talkin' when it ain't us 
who be doin' it.

A love so intense
it would make even Morticia 
and Gomez blush.

You came behind me 
to smell my hair and I leaned 
in to feel your breath.

A story 'bout a 
woman, a man, an umbrella 
and a cafe.

I want you more than
I've ever wanted you and 
that'll be true again.

She talked and talked not
knowing what she would say 
next until she said it.

I thought of them. I 
don't know why. After having
not for so, so long.

I use your old 
t-shirt to blow my nose when I'm
sick, 'cause I love you.

He talked of doves
flying and hearts on the brink. I 
wanted to hear more.

I ran away and 
then came back again and I 
ran away again.

The hills were one 
color, the sky another and 
the water one more. 

I want something 
sordid to come of it. I want 
them to fall apart.

I don't need you to 
poison me. I can pick my 
own poison, thank you.

Those weren't the days. These
are the days now. These days are
what's ahead of me.

There's no plateau in 
this world as pretty as the 
top of that mountain.

I walked through the dark 
worlds of rats and gators and 
wolves and now I'm here.

She leaves her sparkles
behind her so that you'll follow 
and meet her there.

I wanna go back,
way back, to that house in 
1987. 

Some people think there's 
too many love songs in the 
world. I think there's not.

I wanna do 
everything. Every single thing
for the rest of my life.

I love dreaming that
dream where we're falling in love 
all over again. 

I felt eyes upon
my back. I shivered, turned.
It was just the cat.

I'm not sure who I 
was or who I am, but I 
miss that girl a lot. 

"Ain't nothin' gonna
break my stride. Ain't nobody 
gonna slow me down."
-Matthew Wilder

She wanted him so 
much that she would not rest
until she had him.

We inspire each 
other. We feed on the creative
light that we share.

They looked so sad at 
each other, but their arms said
quite another thing.

Facebook is just a 
silly video game. Don't 
get mad when you lose. 

I don't wanna talk
about me anymore. Let's 
talk about you now.

When I dream of my 
childhood home I dream of it 
different than it was.

I wrote a song
about a song and a poem
about a poem.

The Spirits of 
Christmas past, present, and future are
beside me tonight.

I look at my hands and 
I see my mother's. Then I 
see grams', forever.

"For auld lang syne, my
jo, for auld lang syne, we'll tak
a cup o' kindness yet..."

You'll need to dress warm. 

The wind's cold from a magic 

carpet at that height.

Today there wasn't
any sun. The night had no 
beginning or end.

I'm sitting in the 
living room, my coat on, like 
something might happen.

The anger was 
planted then grew through me, gripping, 
strangling my heart. 

I was, oh, so tired
and that black night/warm, soft bed 
felt so mighty fine.

It was there, close.  
I could feel its sounds and hear
the way it looked at me.

She let the wind catch

the blanket before it fell 

softly on the sand.

My mind was racing,
but around only one thing:
his legs, his eyes, him.

I pulled my jeans
over my thighs and slowly wrapped 
my waist up in them.

That feeling I get 

when the night's black and I lay 

under warm blankets.

In my heart I felt
akin to every person
I walked by that day.

There's fire in my heart

keeping me warm within from 

the cold, cold outside.

I think we've exchanged 
skins. I feel you under mine.   
Do you feel me, love? 

one 
moment 
it 
was 
winter 
then 
the 
skies 
parted
I 
thought 
it 
was 
spring