Drop your anchor in my heart,

Sail no further on…

The water is deep

You’ve been losing sleep

And I am your only ocean



~ Emily C.




Streetlight is my moon tonight
My warmth on bedding
That melts the ice
Left by a heart
— If you can call it that
A man
— If you can call him that

Warmer than the love he lacked
lights my side of bed in half
dark is where he used to lie
voided by the fire gone to die

Moon of light emitting diodes…
goodnight, my friend, goodnight
a most reliable comfort you’ve been

in the absence
of him

~ Emily C.




I am jealous of the mountains
their private view of cosmos
the forests’ age in timbered sage
of the raging rivers, pristine lakes
the rolling moors and sandy shores
icebergs and hieroglyphed caves

I envy the lofty clouds
pillowy heavens, close to the sun
the roaring gusts, towering swells
the rain and the pelting hail
the boulders and prehistoric sand

They, the last ones standing
the only ones left 
the sole witnesses
to the end
of time, of this, of now

of all

Swallowed in a brilliant show
of fire
from glory to nothing

(oh, to go so!)

the only audience
the only act
no refund

exit stage left


~ Emily C.


Sailor to Siren


Sailor to Siren by Sam Beam & Jesca Hoop


This tenderness comes as a surprise
Drinking where the riverbed was dry
Trees in the wind trembling with love

Mad morning light drew you out the door
Mama didn’t need you anymore
She pointed at night but you saw the stars

Brace yourself and nestle into me
Bear it all like fallen autumn leaves
You don’t even know me that well

Now every blossom’s ready to explode
Rooted in the cracks along the road
The world is a dream that wiggled free

Wild distant water showed me where to run
Papa let me know I’m not enough
He took out the life and left me the hole

Are you the sailor or the siren in the tide
Trusts a tiny ocean and besides
You don’t even know me that well

Your song is warm and coming through the wall
Hearts are thrown to strangers after all
You don’t even know me that well


As night looms I make a wish

That our two halves of the earth

Will draw together by love’s sheer force

A gravity of wills that suffers no detours

But pulls your east to my west

And lands my head upon your chest

To hear your heartbeat crystal clear

Not imagined in my bedroom afar

For what is worse than cold ocean’s distance

Than hearing your voice without the touch

I’d swim a million miles to hold you

To be held in arms that won’t let go

No parting of the land can stand

To tear us apart once we attract

I knew the moment I saw your words

The moment I heard your couplets

I would jump hemispheric chasms

Just to hear you breathe my name

~ Emily C.



so you think you can win me

with a sweaty roll of dice

that I’m a bet to be waged

on a warm summer’s night

that I am your door prize

or a stack of cold cash

who will wait until

you call me to come back

to throw whatever remnants

you’ve got left in your hands

that I’ll take half-assed attempts

at my rare heart’s passion

your pathetic pass

gambling on my love

I’m worth more than that

so pony up or run

~ Emily C.



This is in response to a tag for “roll the dice” by a friend on Instagram.