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
Samma
•August 27, 2020 • Leave a CommentNostalgia
•July 27, 2020 • Leave a CommentLast night lamp posts
Yawned at me
Or were they screaming
Did they see
Me sticking holly leaves
Into each finger
Tip so thick and mean
And perfect
In all seasons for mimicking
My childhood
And your leaving
-me
Photograph: Skeleton Holly Leaf, by Helks on DeviantArt.com
With One Another
•July 25, 2020 • 3 CommentsI am reconnecting
This world
To my own heartbeat
It is excruciating
Fresh air
Crackling an opened wound
There is no other way
But to feel
These nerves cry out
In agony and antisepsis
I choose tears
To lead my love and healing
-me
Painting: The Root of Empathy, by David Knoecklein
Concrete Cracks
•July 25, 2020 • 1 CommentAll I want
To do
These days
Is walk
And notice
Gnarly trees
With new-flesh
Leaves
And sun bleached
Signs
With only one
Word
Clearly seen:
Together
And notice
Septa trains
Speed-clicking by
And watch
My mind
Entwine
Each car
In flying flames
Like war
of worlds
And notice
I can
Balance quick
And map
My way
On concrete cracks
And Breathe
In
Floral buds
Of coming rain
And notice
That
I cannot help
But high five
Shrubs
And dance
Among
The lightening
Bugs
And notice
That I
Share
My dreams
And darker things
With crows
On wing
And mad spring
Rabbits
All I want
To do
These days
Is walk
And map
And balance
Quick
As concrete cracks
-me
Picture taken by me
Calling
•June 30, 2020 • Leave a CommentToday my brain wears her sharp edges
And the soft breeze rubs my thick skin raw
The fly and the pill bug seem friendly
And the ivy beside me does crawl
I thought my soul buzzed with dysfunction
After too long of nothing at all
When hydrangeas in hand explained gently
I was simply receiving a call
-me
Artwork: Miss Pink Hydrangea, by Cazamic.com
Too Much
•June 11, 2020 • Leave a CommentI live
And love
In a world
Of some
Wild making
Where breezes
Bring my baptism
Where nature sings
From sobbing hymnals
Where scents do sting
With nostalgia unrelenting
Where colors flood and
Drown me completely
And where connection fills
And cracks and cuts me so
Fast to my quick
Leaving me
Pained
Curled up
And bleeding
Begging
To once again be
Numb
I live
And love
In a world
Where I feel
Too much
Or not
At all
-me
Feast
•June 10, 2020 • Leave a CommentHer bones
Bear the same
Hue
And weight
As our dining
Room chairs
Does she
Know
The corner
From which
You fated
Her to stare
While
I sit
And eat
Our memory
-me
Photo from the catacombs of Paris
Before Dawn
•May 27, 2020 • Leave a CommentThat morning
As we packed
For you to leave
The fog fell so heavy
That each end of my street
Looked like the edge of the world
And early birdsong echoed so, beautiful
But sad, all around as if they knew
That the end of my street
Was indeed the edge
Of this world
-me
Word and Void
•May 26, 2020 • 1 CommentWhen I feel too much
I scream into the void
And stupidly wait
To hear a new echo
Traveling back to me
-me
Drawing: The Word and the Void,
by Ti Bradshaw
Rue
•May 20, 2020 • Leave a CommentWith my senses
Underwater
The rush drowns out
All other sound
With my head above
The surface
Her songs of caution
Circle round
With an inhale
And a holding
My body finds
A letting go
With my being buoyant
Floating
Both whirl and wisdom
Mingle so
-me
Photography: Ophelia series, Dorota Gorecka
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