Annabel Lee

One night last week, at a poetry workshop, I wrote something that isn’t ready to post. Cowards get a bad rap but sometimes we spare others as well as ourselves. Instead, for this final day of National Poetry Month, I’ll post a posthumous poem. It’s the last one ever written by Edgar Allan Poe. AnnabelContinue reading “Annabel Lee”

This Bastard Dance

This bastard danceOf furtive movementsAnd stumbling stepsHas broken my self-confidence I’m going to missThe sound of your footstepsSeeing you smileAnd hearing you sing This bastard danceHas twisted my anklesShattered my kneecapsAnd dislocated my hips I’m going to missThe nervous way you play with your hair when you talk to meI’m going to missThe way youContinue reading “This Bastard Dance”