It's just under my pink paper skin.The deep, dark sadness that comes from a year of waiting. Holding. Staying. Everything a wash of blurred grey;the clearness of lines, gone. Facessunken from lack of color, eyes downcast, limbs treading water like dogs nearly swept under a current of chaos. I am small. Sinking into myself morewith... Continue Reading →
A name in me, common and silent.The slender blue frame of it spokenin the cold white air, provides a brief breath; a ventilation. My mouth is red hot.Polite as a cotton ball that’s yet to soak the blood at the back of my throat. A garden of buried seeds. Still. Waiting for the cold moon to phase into song and... Continue Reading →
I can’t write it. The lockdown of life. But, that seems unimportant compared to the taking. Knees on necks. Shotguns to abdomens. Teargas and crispen orange blazes-- a clear quarantine that’s been lived in your street and communities and homes and where you work and nextdoor. Now, months into house arrest: Headaches. Tremors. Anxiety. Liplocked... Continue Reading →
The rusty blood crust that waits in the corners. It’s always been there. Now with a sidecar of brave. You're hunted on the street like an animal the same animal you came from. Different skin. There was hope once. Now it’s a never-ending shuffle of kaleidoscope pandemic fueled disaster plans and hand... Continue Reading →
I can’t quantify a year. Or ten. I can’t look back and say ...this moment was best. Because every second that my feet find their way to the cold hardwood floor each morning is a second I want to breathe in, like molecules full of energy bursting the moment they hit my lungs with the... Continue Reading →
The purple bowl with the dopey-eyed lama flies through the air, landing face-down on the hardwood, oatmeal exploding from all sides like an eruption of sticky silt landing heavy in a circumference of at least twelve feet from the epicenter. The unmistakable sound shatters the tantrum from the kitchen table and paralyzes me in the... Continue Reading →
The stars spin around her room, like we are underwater, in a fishbowl in a house in a life of coming and going. The rain has started and the mornings are so dark, stars bleed into the hallway, on the floor of the kitchen where the cat paws at the rug. The stream of cosmos... Continue Reading →
Afterwards, I am a subtraction. On the periphery. Exterior. Pinched into thin concaving bows of salty smoke. I inhale, and blow out. Ballooned contouring at a distance. Alone, I am here. I can’t remember if it was by choice. Separate but not entirely abandoned, until the lines connect and collide emptied of me. Habitual.... Continue Reading →
Yeah, still digging through life, you guys. Going back back back through the archives of old websites to find old poetry. Thought I'd post a few here––ones that won't be getting a rewrite/revision/repurpose. These aren't my best by any means, but there are a few lines in both that leave me with that feeling poetry... Continue Reading →
Oh, the gram. This is the first time since I joined the platform, back in the old days, that I have taken a very deliberate break: deleting the app from my phone and adhering to virtual platform silence for over 30 days. You guys––I feel awesome. I feel like this weird, crazy pressure has just... Continue Reading →
--quote: Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic-- Most writers, at some point -- no matter what kind of writing they do -- toy with the idea of writing a book. What “book” means to different writers, is of course different, but the innate drive to see one’s work in book form seems to be real for almost... Continue Reading →
There are still white shrouds, blue skies cannibalizing white puffs of cloud. A soundtrack on antique canvas. On the other side of the world, familiar brush strokes pink bells hang in the salmon sky Like tattered-heart blood, pumping. We are the grey night holding their soft song. Enigmatic echos, a memory of tragedy Perplexed, uneased.... Continue Reading →
