"there will always be birds" after Mary Oliver These days, I am so tender. Like the belly of a bird. A full billow scraped of feathers, naked from the tearing of the very sky I soar. Too fast. Too trusting that the strength of my own wingswill carry me, even in sleep. I didn't see... Continue Reading →
For Clementine on her 10th birthday One week before your 10th birthday you rest your head on my lap under the willow tree at the park on one of the first days the sun felt hot and real. I counted the freckles on your tulip nose. 109. Plus, more so tiny and shadedI cant number... Continue Reading →
I don't know what would have happenedif I if I hadn't been told I was responsible for the immodesty of spaghetti straps at the age of nine. If I hadn't grown up feeling solely responsiblefor the way teenage boys saw me, or even worse, didn't see me at all. I don't know what would have... Continue Reading →
It is said that being an artistis not about what I create,but how I live in the world. The poem, an inevitable flowing - if I am floating on the waves of awareness. Of curiosity. Of noticing something everydaythat only my dreamland eyes could possibly see. A color my watery, wired solitary brain finds familiar.... Continue Reading →
I've been searching for my ghosts. The ones that have been waiting in the curtains for me to notice. Flood lights missing shadowsof frail fingers gripping velvet pummels of all that is hidden. Hollow bodies of cruel poems with deep goodbyes and even deeper pleads to stay. I dance with them all now. They are,... Continue Reading →
After Rudy Francisco's My Honest Poem I was born on February 25; that makes me a Pisces. I know exactly what that means. I am 5 foot 7 and today I weigh 153 poundsbut like any woman - it changes day by week by month by year and hasnothing to do with who I am.... Continue Reading →
After Chelsie Diane You step onto more airplanes than ever before. Drive more miles.Walk more distances. Cover so much new territory, that you are remade, again. Mostly alone, but also with everyonewho's been walking next to youwhen it all felt like a slog. Maps are created in your name.You become a cartographer. You crave mornings... Continue Reading →
After Maya Angelou, Martha Beck, & Chelsie Diane 'I bring a lot to bear. And, I don't know how not to.' - Maya AngelouOnly truth.Only kindness. Only freedom. Because, I am on an unstoppable train. I move when love moves. By which I mean, I am nothing other than truth. Because, when you live life,stepping... Continue Reading →
After Dorianne Laux If god did show up at my window, she would certainly have black wings, be draped in velvet and blood red beads.She'd carry books of old poetry andthe moon and stars would be burned into the palms of her hands so she could carry us with her always. Her eyes would be... Continue Reading →
after Lauren Zuniga Every time I get to the last lineI wonder if it is enough - because the last line should alwaysfeel like a surprise gunshotor a warm showeror the fall of a rollercoaster or waking from a four hour napon a Sunday afternoon;A gift. But it is always hard to finish a thing.... Continue Reading →
Somehow it doesn't feel like I learned it, but I've always wanted to. Give myself away. My pisces water heart always looking to be cradled, to find buoyancy in someone else's arms. The word 'love' a tone I could hear for infinity - always clinging to the ring of it, a diamond chimeI could wear... Continue Reading →
This morning, after falling back asleep in the heat of my New Orleanswhite sheets, I dreamt I killed a woman. I dreamt I killed a woman. And then, went home to feed the cats. When I arrived home, there were no bowls and the cats became angry. I had all the food, but no way... Continue Reading →
In The Way 