Watching the Deer

He stares off
towards the sunset 
eyeing the view
of the deer. 

He yearns to bound,
an anxious whimper
escapes his throat; then
a snort. 

He tugs—
                   the leash—

A Deer whistles,
bouncing through the 
thick brush
into the edge of the woods. 

Others follow. 

He watches, never tiring,
the deer—perked ears,
Curious eyes
staring off towards the sunset. 



What’s it like to be lost?
I wonder as I wander
through the forest
on a trail
riddled with cracks
from the hot summer heat.

Leaves make a shhhh sound
as they catch a slight wind.
Lost in their own song.

A cardinal belts out his call
for his long lost love.
I say lost, because it’s more like a croak,
as if he’s starting to lose hope

What’s it like to be lost?
I wonder as I wander
through the field
blossomed with alfalfa and clover

Bees skirt from flower bud to flower bud
lost in their daily routine

a doe whistles as she flees
from her natural flight instinct
whooshing through the grass, her tail up
soon lost in the scenery

does a buck grow back antlers
because he lost them
or does he lose them
in hopes of them growing back bigger?

What’s it like to be found?
I wonder as I wander
further and further into the tangles of wild thorns

Soldiers Storm

The field is dressed in purple
with hues of orange that’s burnt,
wind sails from the East
like the waves of the ocean current. 

Soldiers charging in, their white horses
chomping at their bits,
anticipating the thundering storm
and the lightening sky lit. 

Across the field, the trees, they bend
without falling to the ground,
amongst them deer take shelter,
and the birds make no sound. 

Soldiers strive on, prepared for war
as they march in a rhythmic form
Courage overwhelms their hearts,
knowing there’s silence before the storm. 

The Thunder shakes the ground
and they look up towards the sky
the horses snort and prance about
as the rain soaks the ground that’s dry. 

It Ended

The World ends.
Well, my world.

you said goodbye
like it’s a good thing
goodbyes aren’t easy,

i ate my pizza
the entire box
i drank a beer, eight

i watched you,
once alive,
fall apart into crumbles
fall into the clutches of
the World.
and despite that i still tried holding on,
i still grabbed your hand even though
we both were shaking.

it didn’t matter in the end.

because in the end,
you still pulled away
you still yearned for more
that you never allowed me to give.

The World ends.
Well, My world.

She welcomes sleep

She welcomes sleep,
like she welcomes death
after a troubling

Though she closes her eyes
the lights flicker in the back
reminding her
that she’s not alone.
“i forgot to mention…”
the Voice cries
but she wasn’t quick
to forget.
“goodbyes aren’t always forever…
just temporary.”

she welcomed it
just as before
just like the death
she once knew.


I see you walk out of the storm.
You’re drenched. To the bone.
But you’re still alive.
Finally, the clouds that once cluttered overhead
have been cleared.

And now,
though I do feel a rope of happiness
connect between us,
I enter those same storms.
Finally, I’m about to take on
what you once did.
But I’m afraid
I won’t be
as strong
as you were.

Published in Sheepshead Review #39 vol. 2 – Spring, 2017.

We met when she was a Sinner

We met when she was a sinner,
I was far from being a saint.
I like her now, and I liked her then
and she is the one to blame.

my Time was consumed with her
we talked for hours on end,
she held my arm when I was weak
I held hers when she would bend.

Afraid, we both were
to share anything beyond
but we sailed on with our sails out,
waiting for the mid-sealand.

Our sails ripped,
some boards had torn
but still she stayed with me
“through Shipwreck” she had sworn

though we were stranded on the island, so desolate
our bonds were starting to get weak.
There came to us a greater light
which we came to greatly seek,

it offered us a safer haven
it provided us much peace
it gave us a newfound strength,
and all our fears we did release.

We met when I was a sinner,
she was far from being a saint.
I love her now, just like then
and she is the one the blame.