Of sunsets and pain in paradise 

The sun is burning anyway;

it doesn’t need more pain.

Earthly love

is hardly ever a bargain.


Everything hurts but tomorrow

when you like glossy covers

with pictures that cause a slow gnawing 

from the heights of paradise complex.  


Life cuts

as often as it wets our hearts

with soft clouds

dipped in orange dyed lagoon sunsets.

And we are left beating

with the fish washed fresh

off the warm waters

at some faraway paradise bay.


Image by Andy Moine


Bring me the night

In the dark,

everything melts nameless

and sound itself, quiet.


What a thing it is,

to not be.


Come crickets,


wash over me.

Bring me the night.



Image by Julie Paterson