Memory

•July 6, 2021 • Leave a Comment

Family prints
They line the walls
With intent
Like elephants

Different Now

•June 9, 2021 • Leave a Comment

Happiness is different now
Sitting gently on the floor
Slowly folding clothes for one
Speaking softly to the tiny soul
Who warmly sits beside me
Sharing just this task, and time
As the joy of nothing much
But mine, swaddles me so sweetly
That I weep for such simplicity
Could you have ever been
So completely still with me

-me

Painting: Wrapped in Silence, by Cheryl Bruce 

All of it

•April 18, 2021 • Leave a Comment

when I sit I am
saturated over ex
posed never empty

-me


Photograpy by Flora Borsi 

Violet

•April 17, 2021 • Leave a Comment

You came to me
Smoothly
In a dream soft
Unassuming
And carefully whispered
Of bolder things
To bloom
And I relieved quite
Happily replied
I know those
Purple flowers
I’ve tended them
For years in silence

-me

Spectacle

•April 13, 2021 • Leave a Comment

Concrete spinner
Like a circus cannon
Take caution
When the motion stops
The cleaning up’s
Much harder

-me

Monstrosity

•March 12, 2021 • Leave a Comment

I remember love
The center of me
Sliced open
And spliced
Monstrous
Connection
Electrically warm
And willing

-me


Image by H.R. Giger

Vision

•March 12, 2021 • 1 Comment

Colors
more vivid
when lids
are closed
than noticed
with my
naked eyes
the worms
of light
that wiggle
then
Reveal
my vision’s
thin disguise

-me


Painting: Worm Burning Bright in the Forest Night, Dr. Suess

Relief

•March 6, 2021 • Leave a Comment

I need
To feel
My teeth
Sink in
To wood
Or bone
Or some
Thing so
Porous
I can
Almost
Own
That slight
Give-in
To
Biting
Down
Of my
Canines
At once
Into
These
Human
Dreams
And bleed
All those
“Supposed
to be”
Quite
Solid
Things

-me


Painting: Love’s Shadow, by Anthony Frederick

Odds & Ends

•March 5, 2021 • Leave a Comment

A rusted lamp
That tells of time
An unwound clock
That lights my way
A basement filled
With things to come
An attic cleared
For yesterday

– me

Artwork: Yellow Feelings, by Bastian Kienitz

Instinct

•March 4, 2021 • 1 Comment

Old scales grow dull
They chafe and pull
My meaty insides
Squeezed to hell
I feel small bits
Begin to peel
From corners
Of my cracking mouth
The time is now
To trust and twist
Myself in knots
To scrape and tear
This used up layer
On sharp rocks
Until a new shine
Is revealed
While shocked
With sensitivities
I’ll follow need
To flee the stink
And leave behind
That curled up pile
Of shit-stained past
And small-me insecurities
For stranger paths
And brand new
Meals

-me

 
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