When I let myself
Almost close
My eyes
I can
Nearly see
The heat
That’s rising
-me
Photograph: Waiting for Sunrise/Heat by Richard Kelley
Gradient
•July 24, 2021 • Leave a CommentPull
•July 23, 2021 • Leave a CommentSeperate moons
Or one moon
Split in two
All eyes fixed
Toward evening
Skies
Breathing held
To barely there
And wondering
What will
Happen
To Nocturnal winging
Diurnal being
Star-sight
And the tides
-me
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Legacy
•July 20, 2021 • Leave a CommentThese columns
Will be
The death of me
Poorly penned
Cryptic facts
And vague
Summaries
Giving notice
To grieve
And prompts
For relief,
“But she’d been
Gone for awhile…”
My obituaries
-me
Transient
•July 17, 2021 • Leave a CommentI blunder
In the space between
My clutter
Not contained
It slips
From slots
Once neatly filled
Spilled
Random remnants
Remain
-me
Small Things
•July 15, 2021 • Leave a CommentI cannot leave
A wild thing trapped
And watch it throw itself
Against a window pane
Over and over and over
I cannot turn
And walk away
Knowing I can help
Just one small thing
In one small way
I have spent too long
Shuttling the insect
Relocating the worm
Feeding the squirrel
Holding the dying
Bearing witness
To that
One small thing
Even if it only has
Moments
Or one more day
I cannot leave
A wild thing trapped
-me
Exhaustion
•July 12, 2021 • Leave a CommentIn the thick stilted air
Of this almost-August
In too many layers
I once needed to wear
My body she’s boiling
From bearing each movement
With swelter-stacked fake skins
We all want to stay there
But
It’s that time again to
Find a weak spot and tear
-me
Different Now
•June 9, 2021 • Leave a CommentHappiness 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 • 1 Commentwhen I sit I am
saturated over ex
posed never empty
-me
Photograpy by Flora Borsi
Violet
•April 17, 2021 • Leave a CommentYou 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
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