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Monthly Archives: September 2015
;; Forget that each bright morning dawns in indigo ink and bids us spill our former selves, offers a fresh petaled page for the (loves me, loves me not) aching. Forget that words are keys and bandages and nails, songs … Continue reading
(Poem Smudged in Muddy Fingerprints & Bright Green Crayon) … I tugged. I shrugged. I ate a bug. I toad the line. I clawed and climbed. I peed. I fleed. I need a lawyer. (Mom’s gonna kill me this time.) … Continue reading
(aubade for all things broken) .. For more than ever, I have wanted something more than all this strugg -led skin, wanted to shrug my shoulders and shed my shoulds, fill my scars with stories. See that place beside the … Continue reading
.. and all those other things that happened in Texas. This one small world is vast enough for what I want to say. Forget the way she smiled as you were leaving; her eyes are lies no one has ever … Continue reading
Fisherman’s House at Varengeville, by Monet. . It’s loud, this salt. This briny ribbon breeze blown in, tinged with turquoise and pastel time. She’s shaped a world of quiet seafoam clay, steeped the day in parchment sky and silence. Come. … Continue reading
.. The sky has spoken. Broken open, spilled and filled me to the brim with a mess of un -dressed sighs, unstressed syllables level in their waiting, and I am feeling surreal, cerulean, ocean blue and kicked in foamy teeth. … Continue reading
… It was trying; you were trying (to kill me, slowly) (to fill me, flow me with a rage that should have lasted decades.) Fractured promises and tables, hidden movie tickets, the smell of weed and sin. The thin crimson … Continue reading
.. there is no allegro ……in me today; only the adagio slow of words sipped, ………….slipped low through lingered ………………languid lips. .. Written for Toads, Play It Again, for Laurie’s awesome “minute poem” allegro prompt.
In the desert there is no sign that says, Thou shalt not eat stones. – Sufi proverb .. We ache ourselves in to divining rod shadows, these places broken open in search of water, sanity, salt. Fault lines … Continue reading