Poet Introduction Shadows fall softly giving way to night. The blood sings in my veins so violently alive. Here in the shadows I find myself revived. Here dreaming in the darkness with all too open eyes.
When a caterpillar turns into a butterfly she splits her skin, wraps herself in a cocoon of spit and settles in for unimaginable pain. She waits in that silken prison each moment stretching, blending into the next, and when she emerges, we ooh and ah and admire her lovely wings never knowing what it costs her. I was twenty three before I knew her agony. Twenty one before I realized that change is painful, screaming, sobbing, into an old t-shirt, trying to catch those vestiges of scent; I knew they couldn't last forever, I knew eventually I would lose even the odor of that old t-shirt that I...
Memories of you fall like cherry blossoms from the trees I try to catch them one by one I chase them flying on the breeze They are ripped From my fingers The touch of your lips The sound of your laugh
I try so desperately to hold them But I cannot have them back The petals scatter And lay forlorn upon the ground Crinkling in the sun I sob amongst these rotting flowers And gather them to my face But they’ve no smell And of there sweetness I’ve only now a taste