beneath our tree

where my lungs come back to me

for it is there

among borrowed ears

the cadence of you,

of i

falls freely

beneath blooming arms, those towering magic wands

those leaves, an artistic blend of hues

lent by the color of our words

birthed from our woes, our joys

now drip dropping in tiny doses

a repertoire of moments

gifts caressed from our swollen lips

beneath this our found sanctum

a secret place, a perfect hiding spot

where treasured scribing

and whispers in the wind

hold a love affair in soft reverie

infused within the veins of its hollow

beyond distances they traveled

weathered testaments of time

reaching for the sun

how they glow

how it flows



reflecting within

beneath our tree

where my lungs come back to me


screenshot_2016-05-03-07-05-14-1-1.pnga dancer,

stilled on blades of ice

collecting the rhythm to a symphony of breaths far below

for she,

with eyes resistant to a world

can find such a place as barren as she

to power

to ignite

forgotten steps thawed in the dance

silent little daggers

to her breast with fire they stake

wanting simply to be remembered

simply seen

simply undressed

in she



once upon a time


a manic moon

she bleeds the night


jealous of the stars

that play hide and seek

too far to reach

from she

perched there

upon her hour glass


stones rise from shallow graves



no sandman in sight


stones laughing



perfect pitch

dead center

each one sticks


a manic moon

she bleeds the night

jealous of the stars

drunk on her light



Poe Places: An East Coast Journey in the Footsteps of Edgar Allan Poe: Hampton VA

It’s taken me over three years thus far to travel up and down the East Coast in search of the places entwined with the history of poet and writer, Edgar Allan Poe. His works have been such an inspiration to my own pen muse and he birthed my love of poetry. And since I’m OCD about everything, it makes perfect sense to divulge in every place Mr. Poe once lived, visited or has some historical tie to. Right? Right.

Edgar was born in Boston, Massachusetts to David and Elizabeth Poe. He had two siblings, older brother Henry and sister Rosalie. The children at a young age found themselves parent-less as their father abandoned them and at the age of three, Edgar’s mother, a then actress in Richmond, Virginia, died of tuberculosis. The children were then separated. Henry was sent to live with his paternal grandparents in Boston, Rosalie to the Mckenzie’s of Richmond and Edgar was adopted by John and Frances Allan, also of Richmond, Virginia.


For four months between 1828 and 1829 Edgar Allan Poe was stationed at Fort Monroe in Hampton, Virginia. The fort, built as a result of the British invasion during the War of 1812, was completed in 1836 and for over four hundred years served as a defensive stronghold for the Chesapeake Bay.

Poe, having enlisted himself under the name Edgar A. Perry, served as a sergeant major of artillery in the United States Army here.  Not only did he give a fictitious name upon registering, he also claimed to be twenty-two even though he was only eighteen.

Even though it seemed with his ranking that he enjoyed military life, it became all too clear early on that he wasn’t suited for it. After several letters to his foster father, it seemed it wasn’t until Poe resorted to threats of misconduct that his father caved and assisted him in his release from his five year commitment with the army and was admitted to the United States Military Academy at West Point.

Fort Monroe

Casemate History Museum at Fort Monroe

It is believed that during his time at Fort Monroe, Poe compiled Al Aaraaf, Tamerlane and Minor Poems.

we grew in age-and love- together,

roaming the forest, and the wild;

My breast her shield in wintry weather

And, when the friendly sunshine smil’d,

And she would mark the opening skies,

I saw no heaven – but in her eyes.

-excerpt from Tamerlane

The connection that Poe had with Hampton wasn’t quite over though. Twenty years later on September 9, 1949 he returned to the area, to what was then the Hygeia Hotel later becoming known as the Chamberlin Hotel. A quite luxurious hotel known for the inspiration its sea views lent to writers, it is said that Poe recited his mournful ode of his lady by the sea, Annabel Lee, one of his last public readings right there on the hotel’s veranda.

Chamberlin Hotel as it stands today
Hygeia Hotel circa 1822


Thanks so much for reading and please make sure to check out the other places I’ve visited on my quest to see all things Poe.

~coffee syrup kisses~

take me back to 

ice cream cones 

in bistro chairs 

where our 

happily ever after 

began its love affair 

where a northern wind 

in its subtle state

whisked away fears

drying silent tears

that day when  

nothing or no one 

could quite capture 

our very visible rapture 

as coffee syrup kisses grew wings 

climbing to meet the raven 

our solitude, our haven