Selfish Air

•June 14, 2018 • Leave a Comment

 

There is a disturbing stillness
To this easy-doing day
Not the pleasant pause
Of springtime sleep and dreaming
But that eerie summer stop
That settles thick the ether
Like the look of a dead thing
Mistaken for slumbering
Until a curious view reveals
Too many angles all gone wrong
Too few flinches at flies
And that same disturbing stillness
Hanging selfish in the air

-me

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Painting: The Dead Bird by Frederic Belaubre

Nothing More

•May 31, 2018 • Leave a Comment

A large raven lit not so lightly, descended
Quick by my bathroom windowsill
With his claws clicking, caws stripping
All movement from me, I froze to see
His jointed craggy feet held fast to gutters
And that once living (still alive?) thing
He roughly pecked, pulled hard apart
Perhaps a replica of my quivering heart
Pink and tightly gripped and glistening
Pieces of the thing dripped, dangled from his beak
As he flicked his head and turned to me
Our eyes met brief with equal parts, dark
Repulsion deep, and curiosity
Safe it seemed with the screen between
He returned unphased to his eviscerate prey
So I brushed my teeth and washed my face
While he washed down my meaty heart
with rainwater

-me

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Author of painting unknown

Honest Word

•May 13, 2018 • Leave a Comment

My child
is not
the “best thing
I have ever done”
He
is
not
finished
nor am I
and to declare that as fact
is a sappy fairytale
an empty delusion
at best
And
a reduction of me
and my highest possible form
of usefulness
to
sex object
receptacle
uterus
vessel
vagina
at worst
I will not do that
to either of us

-me

imagePainting: Motherhood By Veronica Jackson

A repost for this Mother’s Day.

Want

•May 11, 2018 • Leave a Comment

I am want of late
to eviscerate or Be
eviscerated

-me

Cranky-Pants

•May 11, 2018 • Leave a Comment

This morning I picked up my cranky pants,

And put them on before I had a chance.

My brain was quite blurry,

In my morning hurry,

My only choice now, do the cranky-pants dance.

-me

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This is a repost from 6 years ago, can you believe it? But I was inspired thinking about Dr. Seuss today and I remembered this old post. It’s not sophisticated, and yet…

Need

•May 5, 2018 • Leave a Comment

Lately
My naked feet
Need contact
Is it spring
Or something else
Afoot
Elusive Real
A drive that seeps
Outside from in
My soft skin
Layers peeling
After this past winter’s
Dense protection
Revealing
Seeking sensitivity
That drives again
My soles
To go forth
To bare themselves
To leap
Lightly
Deliberately
Delightfully exposed
Connecting to all
Manner
Of manmade heat
Concrete
And coolness
Wildly growing
Lately
My naked feet
Need

-me

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Painting: Walking Barefoot By William Whitaker

Past Due

•May 3, 2018 • Leave a Comment

My heart thumped hard
Unwieldy inside my chest
Rapped and echoed wild against
These hardened hollow bones
Like a large crazed landlord
Demanding past due rent, or more
Desperate from the other side
Of his tenant’s deadbolt-door

-me

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Painting by Daniel Carranza

 
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