When the other-me escapesshe laughs dark & mischievousthrowing down shots of potent who-caresintoxicated by riskshe spits on faith as uselesshelmet-free Harley revvinga spew of fiery dustbut this time it’s not an actshe winks to show it’s real Continuing to follow NaPoWriMo’s prompts, this one is a short exploration of the idea of an alter-ego (becauseContinue reading “Flipped”
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A Memory
The family’s place was on the front pewso mine was there, too, visible,or so I felt, to the whole altar and both transepts.Eyed and evaluated. Grand-daughter. Youngest,too short to see but hungry to watch;the kneeler was my ladder and I was the rapt audienceas father called upon the Fatheras per the instructions of the SonandContinue reading “A Memory”
Fishing
Every day, fishing.The ears of my heart cast lines,trawling for a sign.Hopeful, I try not to drift.Bravely, I face every wave. This poem is the first in response to NaPoWriMo’s prompts: a tanka. I’m a big fan of these! A challenge for you: write your own, join in this month’s daily writing!
Equinox
Today the time divides equally, half & half,which is what I like in my tea with a little sugar.It has a deeper flavor than milk,and autumn a deeper flavor than spring,since it brings to mind a returning time,reaching down and in,a time for calling everything backto enjoy the goodness of a new harvestunder golden lamplight.Continue reading “Equinox”
Cacophany
I like noisy wordsones with lots of consonants and sharp edgeswords like the prickly thingsthat grow in the West Texas desertsharp, but also sweet and pleasingas those pastel desert sunsetsthat bring relief to the eyes and the body And I like rounder wordsmore temperate foothills as opposedto craggy mountain peakswords that roll like knucklesover theContinue reading “Cacophany”
In Denial
How He lookedfrom the shadows where I hadtemporarily forgotten Himwhere He was stashedlike an old toy recently becomeembarrassing and shoved under the bed I turned my face awayand then I turned morewhen the shame hit me full forcein a hurricane of regret But the Lord turned, and looked,and how that look turnedme inside out ItContinue reading “In Denial”
Roses
I never promised you a rose garden.Or maybe I did, in a wild moment.I beg your pardon. In a moment of wine drunk abandon,idealism rising to foment:perhaps I promised you a rose garden. There are blossoms where thorns hardenaround my green-thumbed attempts:they too beg pardon. Broken shovels and rakes also burdena space ripe with weeds’Continue reading “Roses”
Wrestling
Climbing Jacob’s ladder counting sheepone, two, three: they frolic away from mein the chaotic tangle of thoughts keeping me awake My legs are tired but keep workinglaboring herculean up carved stepsthat are half my height It’s a slogand my hip is killing me tossed about in wakefulnesswhile my pillow turns to stone Deviating from publishedContinue reading “Wrestling”
Outside
All night they snuggle, dreaming of outsideFur pollenates the bed, inside, outside Shake-it-off mornings, they have been waitingI stumble sleepy with the cold outside My friend calls cats stoic: I say patientThey croon for their beloved yard outside I make them wait for the light to ward offwhat might be lurking in the dark outsideContinue reading “Outside”
3 Georgia Rondelets
Tan Clam Shell with Seaweed, 1926 On sand and gracethe color of rainy day brinewhere sand meets graceand castles crumble at a paceonly outmatched by ticking timewet grit beneath calcified fine tuning:weeds, shell: drab grace Two Pink Shells / Pink Shell, 1937 Twinning sweetlyblooming like a hidden opalsitting sweetlyon the tongue with summer’s peachymornings, tasteContinue reading “3 Georgia Rondelets”
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