My comforter
Curls
On the floor
Like intestines
Spilled
From my bed
It is dehiscing day
Time set aside
To cleave
Strip
And clean
These unstitched
Fevered dreams
Of infection
-me
This Morning
•August 16, 2021 • Leave a CommentA Little Death
•August 12, 2021 • Leave a CommentThe trees are coming down
Or being brought
Down after obvious death
With carefully crafted
Brutality, dismembering
And a system they have
Devised over years
Of ropes and saws and luck
And skill cannot keep
Slivers of what once was
From flaying and flying
Are my little dry dyings
As obvious now to others
And are they waiting
With implements and grinding
Gear and machines
To do away with whatever
Last bits of me
Remain
-me
Bide
•August 8, 2021 • Leave a CommentI can see the end
Of summer
And feel it
With each early
Falling leaf
It’s a soft and drifting
Sadness laced
With longing
For letting go
Of light that kept me
Dancing
For returning
To a darker earth
That keeps me
Changing
I welcome
My decay
And waiting
-me
Before the Fall
•August 6, 2021 • Leave a CommentI can only see
The tops of trees
Sweet tips of green
Soft leaves of me
In sharp relief
-me
Turn
•August 6, 2021 • Leave a CommentPlace a pinwheel
By my gravestone
So when you visit
You’re invited
To see the spinning
Of our whispers
And the turns
Of nature sighing
-me
Destined
•August 5, 2021 • Leave a CommentA wood ant
On my windshield
At 50 miles
An hour
I wonder
How long he held on
When he left
Where he landed
And if
I’m still holding on
Or have I already
Been
Brushed off
By a breeze
Or a low tree limb
Did we end up
In a destined place
Or sadly
Seperated
From where
We should have
Lived
-me
A Touch
•August 1, 2021 • Leave a CommentI risk
Barefoot
On my cool kitchen floor
To spite
The slicing shattered
Glass
From the night before
I love
Barefoot
Connected and exposed
Tonight
It’s worth a bit of bleeding
Just to feel
A touch of those
-me
Symphily
•August 1, 2021 • Leave a CommentBaby spider
Weaving
On my bathroom sink
Don’t worry
I’ve got time
And careful space
For you
Your mother lived
Here safe
And sweetly
-me
Held
•July 30, 2021 • Leave a CommentI dreamt again of being
Held so safe even
From myself
-me
Artwork: Inside Out by Anthony Tremmaglia
Phantosmia
•July 30, 2021 • Leave a CommentMy sense
Of smell
Burns quick today
A fireplace
Not used
Since fall
Cigarettes
I don’t smoke
At all
Dinner burned
And scraped
Last week
Sage barely used
Because I’ll never
Be clean
A candle
Blown out
Years ago
These walls
Ablaze
And crumbling so
-me
Artist Unknown
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