I mourn for the way your favorite color used to be a question worthy of thought, now a bread crumb lost along the way of living. –I don’t know, blue?
Tag: poem
By the magic held in storms
on rainy days the front porch transforms by the magic held in storms to a rocky shore and I, standing there with sea wind in my hair, like a giant in the tide without a boat to ride, set sail by foot in the mystic gale
Chilly Morning
It’s too cold today.Too cold to grindthe sleep from my eyesand rise.Outside,I see life suspendedin crystalized ice.Inside,I am swirled in a snowglobe,a tiny frozen breathcurling back to sleep.
my monsters
I starved myself down to the marrow in the narrow hope that my demons would find these bones to skinny to lick clean. Oh, but these monsters found rooms in my ribs and homes in my heart to languish fed fat on despair.
Sugar Shack
My god lives here in the darkness, in the snow, in buckets of sap, the soul of the trees, flowing by the freeze and thaw of howling night and gentle day, like me, learning to flow with ice in my lungs and hot sugar crystals glazing my wind-ravaged cheeks. On split lips, I taste something elemental. Pine needles, cold. The sweat of the mountain. The proximity to the fire and boil that […]
hungry heart
Caught on the exhale, hungry heart and empty lungs, lips tangled together you filled me with air
Wicked Lies
There is a ghost of who I used to be who lays her head on the underside of my pillow and whispers wicked lies behind my eyes as I dream.
These walls
These walls are high but poorly built. The right brick crumbling sends it tumbling.
The second boy who loved me
The second time a boy told me he loved me I was 13.“I love u,” my phone buzzed, my head buzzed, New feelings, no end. “Love u 2,” I responded, deciding just then. Said perhaps because a reject’s a punch or that the words “Facebook official” gave me someone at lunch to sit near, knees touching, electrically aware. And there, we held hands sometimes, […]
Bound together: Brain Map #3
backseat brain driver thought threads bunch and untangle let’s see where this goes Powered down my brain and drew another map of its contents. What do you see?
Indigo Tuesday 