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

Synchronous

•April 24, 2018 • Leave a Comment

I traveled alongside
A train today
And kept its speed awhile

For a moment we both
Seemed still and so
The world went hurtling by

-me

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Painting by Nils Potting

Split Second

•March 16, 2018 • Leave a Comment

I was there
when the clocks
stopped ticking
standing
with the soles
of my feet
sweating
and stuck
to the cold
tile floor
my lips parched
and parted
in that silent
gasp
before a scream
my eyes
frozen wide
unblinking
and dry
my memory melting
dreams dripping
from my ears
this embodiment
done
undetectable muscles
still twitching
some
I was there
a split second
aware of demise
that unwinding
of mine
with the ending
time

-me

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Painting: Aghast by Troy Stith

 

 

 

 

Undoing

•February 10, 2018 • Leave a Comment

I am joyful
In my discontent
Back to being
Militant

-me

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Painting: Militant Kate Moss II
By Anna-Louise Simpson

 

On the last night in January

•February 1, 2018 • Leave a Comment

On this dark night
As I strode back roads
She rose up strong to meet me
All haloed and smirking
Full-faced and reflecting
A distant body’s light
Her round mirror a reminder
She always remains
Whole and beautiful and cratered
Even when separated
From her dear sun or sliced
To sliver by his shadow

-me

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I Cannot, Yet

•January 22, 2018 • Leave a Comment

I cannot carry
The weight of this world while I
Also shoulder grief

-me

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Sculpture by Celeste Roberge

 
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