I am the Queenof being wrongThe Princessof lossAn Expertat shelving my dreamsI wrote a thesison the disappointment that comes from the misplaced hopethat people will change for the betterI have conqueredthe fact that standing up for myself or othersalways gets me punched back downI’m an Absolute Proat failureMy confidence is excellentat being swiftly annihilatedI amContinue reading “Titles | Self Imposed Definitions”
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Interconnected
On the beach making prints out of the treasureswashed ashore and the sun with the moon reflecting that lightpulling the tides I think of the fabric how it oncewas balls of cotton planted by human handsgrown from a seed in soil that might have oncebeen an inland sea little plants blessed by the sungreen leavesContinue reading “Interconnected”
Challah
Layered knotsgrains arrangedand linked togetherbound by the handsthat tied them,the heatthat made them One,life and lovegraceful slices on a platefrom rich, sustainingloaves Back in the summer of 2020 I got all fired up over the idea of writing a bunch of poems about food – and I DID write a bunch of them! I calledContinue reading “Challah”
Dad
He has always been thereSailor tongued superheropockets full of dirty jokesEach step of his was fourto little scrambling feetMy progress tethered to a pinkyWait, Daddy Powder kegs of emotionI didn’t understandwhere it came from, thenPunching holes in wallsHis motor always runningnever out of gasWait, Daddy An industry of creation, explorationThe salvation of artifactsin careful orderPatientContinue reading “Dad”
Breath
The wind will shift from south to north again
as the earth tilts her way along the year
and my breath will enter the tapestry
as I weave my own way along, in time.
I Am
. . . . realize that I am late. I am going to need more time, at least a week. After that, I will be back and set it all right.”. . . .
Autumn (45)
n this fading comes regeneration
(even the most robust things must sleep)
so the trees light up with celebration
while within the soil their roots stretch out deep. . . .
Morning Observations
The song of the morning
is a lot of ecstatic tweets,
high pitched messages,
and low slung motor grindings