Least Read Poems About Dating

My feet feel gravity un-gilled. They shuffle
how an airplane lands at night. The towers
hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero
telling us which way is up and which way
to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope
with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious
and lighting the turning down, down, down.
Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads.
How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one?
Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better.
Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t
need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...

The Royal Stonestreet 42

In the house in Stavanger, Norway, where I grew up four families were living in poverty after the war in 1945, well, poverty was relative as we were able to survive without social interference

In the basement, an elderly man had two bedrooms and a kitchen he had to share every Saturday when the women were washing clothes and ironing

The elderly man was mysterious he had female visits every so often, who drank and fought when the police were called the women had to leave, but the old man was not arrested, it turned out he had been a...

The  bicycle’s  path  lingers,  
your  arms,  a  soft  prayer  around  my  waist,  
the  morning  breeze  still  carrying  
the  last  note  of  our  shared  hymn.  

By  the  lake,  we  paused,  
hands  almost  brushing,  
a  question  suspended  between  us,  
unspoken,  yet  heavy  as  the  moon.  

Your  laughter,  bright  as  pomegranate  seeds,  
still  lingers  in  the  curve  of  my  smile,  
though  it  feels  lighter  now,  
like  sunlight  slipping  through  winter’s  bare  fingers.  

You  taught  me  to...

Mermaid
This afternoon a mermaid swam to the shore and took flight, so you didn’t, know that the beautiful creatures who live in our seas can fly, she lifted her delicate silky wings and flew seeing me staring forlornly by the kitchen window with a dishcloth in my left hand not seeing a fairytale being I used to believe in as a child
She knocked on the window I opened up, but not much because close up she lolled like a Karen of the type saying men are useless but call you to open a tin of sausages or fetch her slippers in the bedroom Suddenly she took fright and flew away but the ...