"But first, baby, as you climb and count the stairs (and they total the same), did you, sometime or somewhere, have a different idea?
Is this, baby, what you were born to feel, and do, and be?"

-Kenneth Fearing

Friday, November 4, 2011



I will stand here and call you

until the wall behind me crumbles.

I know that you will hear me,

because there is a word

that I put inside your name

every time it leaves my mouth;

a word that is nothing on it’s own

and yet so powerful that it

can break and heal

in the same instant.

It doesn’t care about syllables

or distance. It will find you

across the universe,

hidden in a city or a dream.

to deliver your name in my voice.

My cigarette smoke tells this future;

it draws your true face in the air.

Look through my eyes in the moment

that I’ve just kissed you.

There you are love, fearless and whole.


  1. This is mysterious and romantic.

  2. Thank you! So glad you enjoyed it!

  3. Who did you have in mind Brent?
    Callings, yes, beautiful!
    I "liked" on FB.

  4. Hi Debra! I was trying to decipher a longing look in a photograph. Thanks for liking and the kind words! I appreciate you reading.