The Circle

•September 7, 2022 • Leave a Comment

Took me seven tries
I almost stopped at sort of
Six
               But I persist

-me

Photo by me

New

•September 5, 2022 • Leave a Comment

Simplicity
Like one
Curling
Wisp
Of steam
Rising
From my cup
This
Gentle morning
Caught
On an early
Autumn
Breeze
Easy
Beauty
And
Utility
That is
The dance
Which
Beckons me

-me

Life

•September 4, 2022 • Leave a Comment

There is a gold heart
Where rot should be a locket
Kept me from sepsis

-me

Nocturnal

•September 3, 2022 • Leave a Comment

Grey conifer limbs
In the half-moon light
Curved to the earth
And moving slight
Like a spider’s legs
On the midnight wind
Dark season pricks
My skin again

-me

Tip

•September 2, 2022 • Leave a Comment

I hover
On the cusp
Of depression
That spot
Where a tip
And a taste
Of feeling
Reminds me
That life
Is as close
As a point
Of my toes

– me

Drawing: Highwire, by Charity Daw

Thread

•September 1, 2022 • Leave a Comment

There are threads
To painful to pull
So you leave it alone 
To slowly unravel
But then that~waiting~
For the long undoing
Brings a chore
You hadn’t guessed at
So finally
You Flinch, BRACE, breathe 
Become ready to tug
When someone
Bumps
Brushes by
And carelessly catching
That—————one———————-loose——————————end
”Wait!”
They keep walking away
Forcing you
                          naked
Into the world

-me

Embroidery by Andrea Farina

My Child, on Your Leaving

•August 31, 2022 • Leave a Comment

The first words
I said to you
Without my womb
Between us
As you screamed
I held you tight,
“Tell me about it kid.”
The last words
I said to you
In a dream
The world was ending
Without illusion
Between us
As you were silent
I held you tight,
“Ok, here we go.”
I am glad
It has been
The two of us.

-me

Painting: My Love, by Lisa Moore

Reaching

•June 9, 2022 • Leave a Comment

I’ve left
My life
Line on
A threshold
Somehwere
Between
The up
And down
So I
Must reach
If I
Should need
A way
To leave
This
Fucking town.

-me

Painting: A Key Too Far, by Gyuri Lohmuller

Battle

•April 8, 2022 • Leave a Comment

What if
There is no easy
Clean cut
Love
Only a clumsy
Reopening
Of scars
Accompanied
By a careful
Excision
Of those healing
Keloids
Gone awry
Maybe
A restitching
Of the self
Into a neater
More presentable
Demarcation
Of old injury
And in time
If you are lucky
You can bare
Your soul and skin
Again
Without the shame
Of scaring
Men

-me

Photography by Cindy Johnson for The Scar Project

Precarious

•March 27, 2022 • 1 Comment

In early morning
Stillness
A train whistle
Split and traveled
Fast
Bending trees
And raking grass
The shockwave
Slammed
Straight into me
Shaking
Picture frames
And aging meat
From well placed
Hooks
Inside my brain

-me

Painting: Old Smokehouse by Druzhin Constantine
 
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