Garnet crystal crashes

To the floor

Red wine bleeds into the cracks

You speak her name

And I too am shattered

She haunts your mind

So much I can’t

Find a way in

I try to seep into the cracks

To shine some light

Into the dark cavern

Of despair

To surge into your veins

To make you come alive

If only for a moment

When our lips touch

You resist

And relax

Then resist

I am here





I sweep up the glass

As you walk away

And pour another drink

I walk out the door

Leaving you alone

To fill in the cracks

The Closet 

My grandfather sits

In the closet

Of the back room 

In my grandmother’s basement 

He cannot see

Or hear

Or move

He just sits there 




As he has done 

For the past seven years

Sometime I want 

To be a thief

In the night

And steal

My grandfather

And spread his ashes

Upon the Canadian lakes

That reflect the bluest sky

So he can feel the sun

And be caught up in 

The northern breeze

Where he once

Felt alive 




she answers through a partial toothless grin

her pale blue eyes seem to twinkle

as if her mind was not crackled by

plaques they call Alzheimer’s

as if she was certain she knew

the question being asked

Moments earlier those same blue eyes stared

lifelessly at the crumbs on the table

Garbled words mumbled from dry lips

She looks up, smiles and shrugs


I glance at the woman across the table

who nods in agreement

Both of their gray haired heads are

bobbing in unison as I stare in disbelief

at their elusive conversation

A moment of unforeseen clarity in a

muddy river of blurry memories

I am certain that twinkle in her eye

means she knows the answer to

every meaningful thing

I want to know

about life

“If you could wish for one thing what would it be?”


by T Elizabeth