My Smile

She carried me on the tip of her tongue. I died every day, melting over and over to her sweetness. The days were as long as our shadows, covering hills and forests, wrapping us in its mother’s-arms-around-you warmth. Summer was never this good when I was a kid, no matter how much my kaleidoscope memories spun their gentle lies. Nostalgia under the sun tasted bittersweet, but I savoured it. After all, I never went thirsty when I looked into her eyes, two onyx mirrors that threw back a hint of the Cheshire Cat’s pearly whites. My smile was for her and all the stars aligned.


I’ll Walk with my Dead

I’ll walk with my dead
with bare feet
upon red earth
soaked in blood
from victims unnamed

I’ll walk with my dead
head unbowed
there is no shame
to die inglorious
amid fire and hate

I’ll walk with my dead
lips a ditch spread
with grief and truth
they still haunt me
with waking eyes

I’ll walk with my dead
carry their sins
spreading their ashes
with every tear
in unmarked graves

I’ll walk with my dead
fade into shadow
anonymous gone
maybe I will live again
if you walk with me.