POEM: Petrichor

       It is the smell of renewal, a fresh start             of one’s sins and darkness washed away             by a cool and undiscerning hand             It is the once cracked and dry ground             now filled to the brim, unblemished             made whole again by the weeping heavens             It is flora … More POEM: Petrichor

POEM: What Was the Final Straw?

________________________________________________ THE WHITE SOCKS BALLED ON THE FLOOR. THE COFFEE CUP, DIRTY ON THE COUNTER. THE LILIES DYING IN THEIR VASE. THE PHOTO ALBUMS IN THE CABINET, UNFILLED. THE THREE UNANSWERED VOICEMAILS. THE TOWEL, WET NEXT TO THE SHOWER. THE LOVE NOTE FORGOTTEN ON THE FRIDGE. 
THE CHRISTMAS CARD NEVER SENT. 
THE DATE NIGHT THAT … More POEM: What Was the Final Straw?