A knot to bind us
tie a knot around our hands
together forever
Category: love
Red Boat

From the shore
a solitary boat
lingers defiantly.
Out there, you will be
painting the horizon
with your thoughts.
Here, with me, you’ll
spin poems and tales
showing me what you
want and love to see.
From the shore
a solitary boat
lingers no more.
Your red boat was lost
to the sea, your stories
were taken from me,
and your love lost at sea.
Her Love

her heart beats wildly for you,
yet you do not appreciate her treasure
she wanders through landscapes of grey and hurt all day,
yet she always comes back to you
even when her heart beats from red to blue,
she will always love you
remember to cherish her love
Fire from Within

From deep within
her fire resides a
superheated love
ready to erupt
He sets the once
dormant volcano
into overdrive as
the pyroclastic
love suffocates
him again
and again
For David
If my brother was alive, today David would celebrate his 53rd Birthday.
It doesn’t seem like 7 years since he died.

Pictures of the three of us
Pictures of the two of us
Pictures of you
The pictures of you linger
The pictures of you smiling
The pictures of you
Pictures of the three of us are all that remains
Pictures of the two of us are all that remains
Pictures of you are all that remains
on your birthday
Short Story: Love on Escrow
As Matthew walks through the automated doors, a musical voice says, “Welcome, Matthew. We understand your appointment involves the storage of love. Please be seated in the red area.”
Unsure how to react, a smile and a slight nod are all he can muster.
The room has three areas. Green is for intelligence accumulation, blue is for family memory storage, and red is for the storage of love. Each coloured area has a certain number of seats with touchscreens and headsets, depending on what services the client requires.
Matthew takes in the room, notices the green and blue areas are quiet today and makes his way to the red section. A cyborg arranges unusual metal shapes in a line, looks up, scans him, and says, “Hello, Matthew. Please go to seat number 4.”
Uneasy, Matthew looks slightly to the right side and asks, “What do I do?”
Without moving, the cyborg says, “Sit down, put the headset on, select the number of years of love you wish to hold on escrow, and the headset will do all the work for you. You may feel a little lightheaded afterwards; however, most symptoms pass in a few hours.”
Unease intensifies, and an odd gut feeling threatens to take him from this place. However, there is no time to waste.
Disorientated, he finds himself sitting down. Those who wear headsets do not move. It is as if they are between life and death. The uneasy feeling has gone, and there is no longer a gut reaction. Doubt creeps in, then fades.
The neon red screen presents Matthew with several options. He can hold between one and fifteen years of love. He chooses ten years, places the headset on, and presses start.
Thoughts from when he was much younger come to him. He is no longer afraid, for he feels love. Then his first love and their first kiss play behind his eyes like a movie. The memories of love keep moving through his mind. Suddenly the memories stop moving, the word ‘finished’ appears in red on the screen, and he removes the headset.
Matthew has not felt this hollow in some time. It is as though he is missing a part, yet nothing replaced what is missing. Perhaps it is just as his boss explained when he said Matthew should do this to further his career. After all, love has no place in finance.
The Cold Sea
I feel the winds of the cold sea.
They blow through me, and I feel free.
I feel the waves crash over me.
They move me down, and I can’t see.
I feel the love you have for me.
Your love changed me, so I am free.
I feel the life you lived with me.
Your love lives on just like the sea.
A Candle
Let’s burn a candle as we read
to feel like we’re in another time.
You brought the chips and dips;
I gather the books, paper, and pens.
Together we sit lost in imagination
as we dream within the candlelight.
I never knew you liked to draw,
and you never knew I adore poetry.
Haiku: Lose
Nothing left to lose,
except for memories of
love and Petrichor.
Haiku: To Forget
Walking to forget
the way skin felt like the sun.
Mornings without her.