Abyss between Us
Where words are always obscured
Those wretched echoes
-a.r.
Painting: Abyss, by Luke Hillestad
This poem is a product of life, Lacan, Barthes, and my own Lover’s Discourse.
Rabbits
•February 28, 2016 • 1 CommentEarly spring weather
Makes me want to go away
To madness, with You
-a.r.
Photo: We are All Mad Here
by YasminNich at deviantart.com
Ruin
•February 18, 2016 • Leave a CommentI am tenacious
Like condensation
In these conditions
There is no stopping it
Only quick placing
Of a coaster
Or mopping it
Make no mistake
I will leave a ring
On all your best pieces
-a.r.
Practice
•February 15, 2016 • 2 CommentsBearing my witness
To the difficult that is
My haunted practice
-a.r.
Art: Witness, by MyVictorianSecret
Found on deviantart.com
Dry
•February 14, 2016 • Leave a CommentDry
Dying
When there is nothing else
for the body to eject
Because there is nothing left
that it wants
to ingest
Desire drifts
but old habits die
difficult
There is always that last look
back
at the water dish
A standing over it
remembering when it was
once palatable
Wishing
Still there is reluctance
to lie down
and accept fate
Sometimes the memory of drive
is worse than
its demise
It is clear that this creature
wants to fight
Dying
Dry
-a.r.
Photograph: dry as a bone, by sivel12001
Found on deviantart.com
Inconvenient
•February 11, 2016 • 4 CommentsYour first gasp, made me yell. Your second gasp made me cry. Your last gasp, made you die.
-Leia Resnick, age 10
(Writing as DestinyShaker on Wattpad)
The above is a poem written by my daughter about holding our 20 year old cat, Oliver, as he died tonight. I am so proud of her for so many reasons…but mostly because she was so brave and unafraid to be with death. I could not have written better words than she tonight.
Joy
•February 2, 2016 • Leave a CommentJoy
I have no words
They burst forth
Like orgasm
And I am left
A shuddering mess
Empty and desperate
Wanting more
Of what came before
And this is why
I despise
Joy
-a.r.
Photograph: Orgasm by Mike 3008
Found on deviantart.com
Candy Heart
•January 29, 2016 • Leave a CommentMy blue candy heart
Shown with the thawing snow, Quick,
Feast before love fades
-a.r.
Photo by me
(W)hole
•January 27, 2016 • Leave a CommentMy body has abandoned me
It left
Nothing but a heavy hole inside
My chest
I lift my fists from pockets deep
To feel
Both sweaty clench and winter chill
Surreal
To let these worlds inside and out
Combine
Almost presents as possible this
Time
-a.r.
Painting by Catherine Maroney, found here: https://www.etsy.com/listing/202460460/original-oil-painting-hands-underwater
Namesake
•January 27, 2016 • 4 CommentsWatching my old cat waste away
I want desperately to hate him
While I wipe his piss and shit, again
But today the rage just is not there
I cannot help but ache
About the day I might be in his place
The acrid sting and unplanned mess
Does nothing to lessen
This lesson
If I should make it to his age
Skin, and bones, and howls from pain
My only comfort, food again
Lumps of unkempt, unwashed hair
Foggy eyes that search somewhere
For someone’s hands, that safer space
To hide the world and hide my face
When I am wandering
As he does
Dragging limbs but hanging on
I hope that I will have someone
To wipe, to feed, to comfort me
To offer me sanctuary
To watch me sleep, make sure I breathe
Watching my old cat waste away
I beg belief in karmic way
-a.r.
Painting by Dana Payne Saunders
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