A HOME FOR AN OLD PIECE

Posted in News with tags , , , , , , on February 28, 2016 by Plathinson

Confession of the Red Rose has been accepted as part of the Winter issue of Heart & Mind Zine. This piece can no longer be found here. I took it down for publication.

SOLITUDE

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on December 7, 2015 by Plathinson

Like sea waves to shore
I come to you, undecided
yet always reaching out,
in the language of glimpses
and cold sweat.

Whenever tides rise
and roll really fast,
albeit without storm,
that’s the wind teasing
a strange quietness.

© Gheeneil

OCTOBER 1st

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on November 23, 2015 by Plathinson

I asked time to never tell
the distance between me
and a memory.

© Gheeneil

MENTAL DEATH

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on July 10, 2015 by Plathinson

Time machine broke
while approaching Sahara:
A mayday in midday,
and crossed wires.

He was so close
at touching the sand
with his toes.

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday—”

Touchdown.

© Gheeneil

EMPTY AIR

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on July 5, 2015 by Plathinson

How could
something empty
so heavy?
Like the air
she breathed.

Did you count
the times she tried
to get it all out?

She told you
in many different ways,
but how could you tell
when you were
hardly ever there?

© Gheeneil

MOVING PHOTOGRAPHS

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on June 10, 2015 by Plathinson

I saw the saddest of footprints.
How loudly they spoke
of those dimming skies
and how I put up with gloom.

Time turned them into cadaver;
Yet, the warmth never once left me;
I remembered all those stories—
The coldest: a classic.

At the thought of them
Five fathoms deep in your backyard,
I could only wish they’d keep
rising from ash.

© Gheeneil

OCEAN MAN

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on May 17, 2015 by Plathinson

You are an ocean—
I cannot quite read you
even your tides don’t have much
to tell the shore.

© Gheeneil