Purpose

•January 16, 2021 • Leave a Comment

A child’s pink plastic bucket
By a crumbling stone wall
One third filled with dirty water
They have both been there awhile

Deliberate or benign neglect
Perhaps forgotten just the same
It seems their time for use is done
A fleeting lifespan much like mine

-me

The Fall

•January 12, 2021 • Leave a Comment

Fences
Bent from
Falling trees
Of course
I miss
That feeling
Of tumbling
Into love
But my
Structure
Cannot bear
Another
Compromise
Of being
And besides
The forest floor
Is frozen

-me


Painting: Fallen Tree 1955, by John Nash

Remains

•January 2, 2021 • Leave a Comment

One blood red leaf
On a bare boned tree
All that remains
Of some previous me

– me…


Photo taken by me

Well

•January 1, 2021 • Leave a Comment

Clock sprockets
In clear
Shallow puddles
Lavender
Leaning
From cold winter
Rain
An Oracle
Whispers
Of water’s translation
I am
Headfirst
Down deep wells
Again

-me


Photography found here: https://etsy.me/2ma0PtI

Pandemic

•November 13, 2020 • Leave a Comment

I am lucky
To sit alone
In sadness
With nothing
And no one
To distract me
To feel the full
Force of loss
And lonely
And to know
My gutted soul
Has space
Enough
To hold it

I am lucky
To sit alone
In sadness
With nothing
And no one
To distract me
To feel the full
Force of loss
And lonely
And to know
My gutted soul
Has space
Enough
To hold it

I am lucky
To sit alone
In sadness
With nothing
And no one
To distract me
To feel the full
Force of loss
And lonely
And to know
My gutted soul
Has space
Enough
To hold it

-me


Painting: Three Wishes by Shawna Erback

Harbinger

•October 24, 2020 • Leave a Comment

My bedroom
Ceiling fan
Of late
Is losing
Its fine
Balance
Sporadic wild
Shudders
A warning
Of walls
Which will
Soon fall
Around us

-me

Photograph by Linda Lu

This Season’s Wheel

•October 22, 2020 • Leave a Comment

It has been unnaturally grey
And foggy for days
Yet I
Have never felt more
Clear
My heart
Aches for small things lost
In a way
It has not
Since my “too-sensitive”
Childhood
I weep
For the battle-scarred
But friendly
Squirrel
The clever one legged
Raven
And the spider soft and dying
In the corner
Of my room
I am connected to something
Long forgotten
I deeply feel
The turning of this season’s wheel
Stop crying
They said
Stop crying
They still say
But I will not
Quell these hazy days
Or crystal tears
They are the ever-turning link
To all of my
Humanity

-me

I Did Not Ask You

•September 23, 2020 • Leave a Comment

Without question
I do not need
You anymore
To offer who
You think
I am
And your
Doing so is
Always and only
An act of arrogance
And vapid violence

-me


Artwork: Pen or Trigger: Shut the Fuck Up Series III
by Irina Vladi

Back to Me

•September 9, 2020 • Leave a Comment

Without realizing
I had set a wild thing free
Knowing only after
I saw her strolling slowly
Full of pride and purpose
Proudly back to me

-me


Painting: “The Queen of Ebony Isles” by Edmund Dulac

Samma

•August 27, 2020 • Leave a Comment

The warm wind feels
Of Devil’s breath
On napes of necks
While insects scream
Before such death
Your secrets

-me


Painting by Oliver Sin

 
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