Publication Credits

BROKEN GLASS - - Published in Online Ezine's First Edition - Crossroad, Schooled, Lost and Crushed

TURBULENCE - Published in Issue number 7 - Seamstress

Wednesday, September 29, 2010


planted seed
of inherent need.

yearning, lock
a mind's eyes
instinctive latch,
grasp and cry
don't let go

cover me with embers,
curled in, petrified pose,
radiate the heated love
that pours
and burns
leaves marks
keeps traits
born into me

Word of Day series

Sunday, September 26, 2010


Faith brings to me
water beating on leaves
beside beautiful trees
that poignantly speak
in brilliant green

Palms to the sky, why?
Eyes closed, to rely,
on only God to get by.

Who washes the river
when love and silver
crash and splinter?

Surface hope's throw
confusingly slow,
aching, wading shallow,
sorry casual approach
and it remains to be so
a conundrum composed.

Word of the day Series

Friday, September 24, 2010


taking love
skinless, consistent
making hate

watching blind
embracing dreams
covered, exposed

arms wide open
defeat, achieve
heart beats alive
blood on sleeve

deep inside
outside, within
watch an end
begin again

Word of Day series

Thursday, September 16, 2010


Child's replay,
repetition scrapes
his tender age.
Gesture in triplicate,
otherworldly rage.

Doctor's speak,
shatter heart's pleas
feel him counting pieces.
Chanted love in threes,
whispery releases.

Scissors cutting, shy
cutting circles, by and by,
half moon scraps go into piles,
maybe, he will notice why, why
he's cutting, cutting smiles.

Word of the Day series

Monday, September 13, 2010


Down to earth
from where?
Radius vector
reads in degrees
and it is so hot in here.

Tis a straight line
unless you circle 'round.
Walk with me
where sensational quiet
resonates with sound.

Some are mechanical,
biologically sired.
Word vectors.
if there's such a thing
are greatly admired.

Incensed by direction,
defined by so few.
Vector is contagious
as is learning
something new.

(First in Word of the Day series)

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Remembering Shakespeare

"A coward dies many times before his death. A valiant dies but one death." And in that death, finds peace...

Whistle sweet around trees,
music melts into sun-blasted
bagpipe melancholy,
lifts golden, pulsing leaves
blazing light into your smile.

steady as he goes
you were left
you went
and yet
we are left

with warmth feeding brilliance,
steadfast affection watching shaking hands
reaching out with brotherhood, affinity
recollected, remaining vivid
remembering to never forget you
and we won't, we won't

We'll find the beautiful memories etched inside of our hearts like photographs. While we are with each other we will find the ones that make us tip our heads back and belly-laugh. We'll feel the arms once around us still there while we tell stories and talk about your antics, your pranks, we'll take turns remembering when you were little, so cute, so young, so alive...alive....alive....

and when the night comes, soft flowers
on breezes will find those
pictures painted into our hearts,
sealed inside of our souls,
sweet memories that make us pause,
and then,
we'll breathe a little for you sweetheart,
for that moment when you had to figure out
how to leave us, and in that silence,

we will remember Shakespeare
and all of your dreams
and that you loved us
and that you will live on inside of us
deep inside all of us

You will not be forgotten Brian
I love you

< Brian J Hoyle died on August 27th.  He was killed by a drunk driver.  Please - don't drink and drive>