Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Tomorrow’s Dreams



Hidden promises buried in the devouring darkness
that now blankets the soft fragile seeds
of tomorrow’s dreams

Memory wounds wrapped in soft encasements
meant to protect my mind from
the solo act of

Sentences that start to rise towards the heavenly
skies and into the orange pink blue
because somehow I knew
the sky lives


Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents Icon There’s something beautifully comforting and peaceful about the orange jellyfish in turquoise water image that Brooklyn poet Lee Taylor uses in many of his missed connections poems. Is it the pleasant memory of weightlessness and warmth enveloping the body that relaxes our nervous system? The sensation of gradually sinking into water, when experienced without fear, can create a peaceful state unlike any other…

Lovelorn Poet in Eugene, OR: Queen of Crows II

Queen of Crows II

Queen of Crows II

Time held
My heart helpless
Between love and serpentine thought
Come undone
Dreams were given
Tasted in mind’s light

To lose the way
Seems tawdry and strange
What’s feared cannot be hidden, forms fleeting ‘neath the ice
Truth be gold
Tongue shapes a plea
Drives down within cold night

Burn bright
My gentle soul
Your ocean’s clear as glass
And above
Fire’s light aglow
Skies twist, but all is right

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconHere’s another in the Queen of Crows series that recently appeared on the Eugene, OR feed. I’m finding the artwork that accompanies the poems to be particularly fascinating – and this one, about the crow and a beet, especially. Trying to locate the original source of images is even more difficult than written words (at least Google can help there), so unless otherwise indicated, I try to believe they’re personal creations of the writer.

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Linguistic Fusion

Hot Sauce by Coal Dubya

Hot Sauce by Coal Dubya

We’ve packed up the crock pot and stock pot
along with our nightly meals of
red swedish candy fish
flavored dreams

We’re using only homeopathic medication
meditation and masturbation to soothe
our tight tired


Thank you for all your kind letters
and support over the


We’ve left a note attached to the refrigerator
affixed with a magnet, in case you
need to get in


We’re off to a place where every table
has a bottle of hot


If you can handle it use it, a few
shakes will take you



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Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconHere’s a thought for the weekend: if you were to leave your home forever, where would you go and what would you take along? Would you leave a note? Who would it be for? What would it say? Just because you leave a place forever doesn’t mean you wouldn’t want to remember and be remembered somehow, someway.

Lovelorn Poet in Eugene, OR: Queen of Crows 1

Queen of Crows (sand which?)

Queen of Crows (sand which?)

I dreamed a river, and it was full
Of all the things we ever said

To each other, and to others
Nipping at our toes

I fished a line, double time
Caught a rumor, silvered in the sun

I put it with the others
Which we filleted, boned and saved

For sandwiches in the shade

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconThe Eugene, OR missed connections is typically pretty sleepy, but recently a flurry of Queen of Crows poems, letters, and stories (and their subsequent responses, rebuttals, and rejections) appeared. There is a short story titled, “Queen of Crows” by Monica Valentinelli (available in digital and print formats) but I don’t know if these pieces of writing are a kind of creative, fan-fiction response or something else entirely. May need to investigate this one further!

Lovelorn Poet in NYC: A Toast

Eclipse 18 by Bob May

Eclipse 18 by Bob May

There’s a moon in the blue sky forever chasing the sun.

Is this lunacy? Circling, month after month, about something so full of life, and its tides ebb and flow for you; yet it is that thing that is so far away and eternally out reach that makes you shine.

Here’s to free-falling, and magnetism, and breathlessness.

Here’s to you, missed connections.

–your blue skies moon

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconAnd every once in awhile (on average, twice a year), it appears to us that the sun and the moon cross paths, that the timeless chase pauses for a moment of intersection, a moment of magic, beauty, and awe. Not terribly unlike missed connections, or poetry, or random creative habits. Here’s to you (and you, and you, and…).