#MicropoetryMonday – March 20 – 26, 2017

Here’s some poetry to get you through the week! Enjoy! Thanks so much for all your support! ❤




Flint-sparked diadem
in an iris so innocent
Hurried lights
overhead must mean dying
In a half-sleep state
you can pretend
you’re dreaming

****

Glass in the circulatory system:
A sensitivity to the very art of living

Fragile functioning

Slipping through
Cracks in the scan waves

****

Lucid dreamer
You made a big deal
of astrally interjecting
Your presence into
the shallowest of my
Subconscious waters
& I wish you’d drown

****

Knowledge has a bad
aftertaste these days

Trenches of bad intentions
well stocked with soul sucking eels
who never go hungry

****

Spring sneezing
starts at the stroke
of midnight

Pinpoint equinox

Drop a daffodil handkerchief
& let the March winds
carry it to your love

****

Crawling,
confessing,
bleeding love all over the concrete

Backed against a wall,
serving penance

For falling
in too deep

****

Broken phone rings

A dead line to
a dimension
where pieces of you
still reside in

Scattered sympathies
collect in heaps of
busy dial tones

****

Follow the nightingale
In dead of night
waiting for
first light of winter
Her petal feathers
leave a delicate
trail to follow

****

Static cling connection
Sitting on
Patience
Pins & needles
Detecting temper tantrum tones
Text is too permanent
Just whisper
So no one hears

****

Focus on faces
in close-up
Eyes give the
hardest and
most cynical
of hearts
away

****

Dispensing limited energy into
fragmented attempts to decipher
my thoughts and calling it poetry

****

Staring at the walls
Imagining you’ll eventually
become them
Your eyes
will follow the
next occupant
All ghosts
perceive things differently

****

He felt alive
quoting the dead

****

Cleaning the closet, noting the general
wearing down of day time

Dustblown at dusk, it will take
all night to drive out these demons

****

Such grace
Billowing buttercup
She glides
Lifts the rest of the
garden’s bowed faces
Sunbright smile
Her new reign begins
Queen May

****

Scarecrow with a simple name
Says I should be gone by sundown,
I slow him down,
I’m sunny, like a beach
I wear
rose-colored glasses
too much
****

I would flourish in the arctic
The slicing winds
Frozen blood in my veins
Energized by wintry permafrost
Permanently cold
& grey
****
They filled us with fear
Long lists of all we should
‘watch out for’
What of the things
to look forward to?
They saved those
for fairy tales
****
I can only dream
of penning poems
worthy enough to
stand alongside
my heroes
I sure do give it
my all trying though
****
Driveway
I toss pebbles
in the road
You,
tentative,
telling me
summer plans
I’m absent from
In heat of night
I let you go
****

We called out coffeehouse covers
to the guy on the corner
Requests, really nostalgia hits, to save us
Acoustically, he painted our pasts
****
We’re all in prison it seems
Different guards, different wardens, 
      different keys
Break free   Rib cages
Hearts broken   Wild   Free
****
At the expense of
 Me
I am costly
Fresh organs for harvest
Can we pick & choose who gives us an offering? Will we feel their regret forever?
****
His voice,
a guided dream theme
He read
my favorite book on tape
Press the painful play button
Timbre tone
Summon spirit
I am not alone
****
Back
It’s a destination
Unattainable
It’s seasons, love, distance
It’s hands clasped
under kitchen table
concealed by table cloth
Let’s go
****
Parallels
I can feel us in the ash purple twilight
We walk alone
but an unbreakable bond connects us
That first hint of a star?
That’s hello
****
The terror
of feeling cramped
in an empty room
I came in here for a breather
Not to be swallowed whole
by the walls
keeping everyone out
****
Reverberated laughter
Doors down
doesn’t matter
It’s still so personal
Then the yelling
still my fault
They have a whole arsenal
of insults
****
Little lotus
in tears
we float
through
rooms
your tender
shrieking
clouds the
whole block
but it is
music
this evidence
of life in you
to me
****
Tenderness
Rare quality
I ground myself to smiles
I pray not to be ashamed of crying
when my heart is touched in such a
way I can’t help it
****
it wasn’t a full fledged sledgehammering shattering of the nail in my tooth
it was a slow-pick chipping away
of my enormous ambitions
****
Missing that little rat gnat,
Brother from another mother
We severed our dangerous hip connection
He’s still struggling to climb molehills
****
Half dose vaccinations
I was too tiny for being born so late
They took my dad’s title away
I’m all caught up on shots now
& I have two fathers
****

Hogdini Sisters, 1920’s Vaudeville Act

Who’s this diamond girl?
Boxed in, on display
Eyes too wide
Blinking in slow motion
Each lash creates a tidal wave
Casting prisms everywhere
****
The worst thing that ever happened to you
becomes an internet trend
& the phrase
“Get over it”
is still used
by many
like it’s so
damn easy
****
Gargle glass
when having
an opinion
is cause for
burning
at stakes
I saw
you
& you
& you
speak up
I felt the flames lick your faces
as well
****
Starcrossed?
No, we were a different
kind of story
Those little fireflies
listened
On those nights
you made excuses
for being late
****
A rogue tongue
touched by poetry
lazily
flicks his lighter
Never lacking energy
he enlightens,
drips growing crowds with
prophecy
****
I wanted to go out like a martyr
It seemed a good plan
Nikki & I walked track
-we had been running our whole lives-
trading death notes
****
Dressed for death
or at least
an impromptu
funeral
Well prepared,
put together
post mortem
lipstick
like life,
full of variety
****
I watch him treat boulders
as if they’re air
Strength, unnatural
for a soul so broken
He is our foundation
A levee for the inevitable flood
****
Her hair
violet cascades
royal silk robes
fell to tanned shoulders
Neon tendrils laced
through tresses
forcing a glow I
could not turn from
****
smog clogs
sinuses
the air
is scary
power outages
front row defeat
the rise & fall
pressure release
the moment
the tide starts
to turn-
burn
****
Remember
clear water?
–they should change that,
Clearwater, it’s depressing now–
Swimming w manatees
You
The sunset
The sand
****
Crosscountry odyssey
Northstar guides us
Moonshine on flat tire
Good enough
“Shoulda had batteries”
My eyes aren’t bright enough?
****
Cherry lip gloss
Marlboros & musk
Drown out
the stench
of the rotting gulf
It all rubs
my cerebellum
the wrong way
Muscles respond
I wade in
****

I watch you
spin lithe loops
little silk worm
You deck our
walls with
masterpieces
Aged tattered
tapestries
tremble in corners
Signs of life
****
He warned us
Take the winding road,
Life on the straight path
births narrow mindedness
Beautiful mystery
waits behind every bend
****
A life of
Forced remorse
Til a stronger voice 
Pulled you
Out of the depths
Crying
“You did no wrong
Forgive them
Live free”
****
She keeps stock
of all her
should-have-saids
Scribbles them
in a secret grimoire
Saved spells
for a time she’s
not scared to speak
****
We were on the verge
                                  of
        f a
              ll
                ing
off of our preconceived edges
****

I hide the sour in my face
with dark shades,
ratty tissues
dampened by tears
Cracks in my mask
spread when I try
to take your advice
& smile
****
They come
under a guise
of guidance
Pressing you
to pursue
the true you
Begin your
unbecoming
bear guilt
For just being
born below
the grade
****
Faith, unfailing
Hot coal crossing,
dilapidated bridge,
swaying, faltering
Unsteadiness,
vertigo vision,
but never numb
to hope
****
3 am alarm
that dream again
a volcano of anger
erupts from the deepest
bellies of the forgotten
we’re unharmed
just sleepless
****
my last straw was
my monologue
interrupted
by your
obnoxious ringtone
no, I lied
it was when
you responded
back to her
****
watch the eyebrows
during the script flip
twisted twinge of
jealousy
shade covers
your windows
in hypocrisy
shed some light
& out yourself
****
Coins for carnival
don’t spend it all
on one
Fortune teller
sees through
my painted face
The music of the festival
is rich
****
Mama would rush in
doing the worry scurry
Wrinkled brown bags
tossed on tables
She’d have the best news,
the tall tales,
the sky was falling
****
To the deep end,
forbidden waters
Underneath,
unseen
One can breathe,
finally
Over our heads,
free
Sea lungs,
you & me
****
Sturdy sutures,
you need them
to patch the
self destruction
of your once
whole heart
Stitches tear,
mourning
your
missing part
****
Slow playing
the endings
to savor them, I say
I know, that it’s just
my way
of struggling
to let
the beautiful go
when memory is
unreliable
****
Paper airplane
with your
teen angst
folded within
catches a west wind
I chase it across pebbles,
return it to you
A bobbing bottle
time capsule
****
Scattered excitement
You’re a storm
beating on my tin roof
I’m just groggy,
providing cloud cover
for discouraged dancers
Sun took a day off
****

Time twister tempts
with infinite possibilities
Runs on borrowed
moments, spins
exaggerated tales
Space man,
cosmically enhanced
****
Every Spring
a new awakening,
ancient dusty phone rings,
a low voice sings
A heart rekindled,
in flames
offers forgiveness,
free from chains
****
cave-eyed cadaver
delightful delirium
an everlasting wrong turn
walls alive
slick damp gore
faint breath
just behind the door
****
Sweet sounds of faeries
polishing their May crowns
can be heard just after twilight
Lullaby
blooming petals bow their heads
in sleep tonight
****

Worlds away
across the navy canvas
the otherside
pokes holes
to peer at
earth children
Light burns the sky,
creates star speckled night
****

hum of palm tree rustle
the waves crash in symphony
if the surf answers kindly
to silent wonder
we’ll feel the love
transmute on every shore
****
Fiery sparks,
his laughing eyes
By fireside
he’s memorialized
In pipe smell,
& every legend told
Now he’s gone
The house will always be cold
****
the bones warn
of danger
a storm on
the onyx horizon
eyes of the prophetess
blink noir
blink blanc
destined
to bare a dark soul
****
Shadowbox puppeteers,
terror tableau
inner demons interlude
familiar fears,
spectre show
orbital apparitions occlude
****
The lamentation
grew in pain
Passion poison
w/ each chord progression
The song was a dose
of chronic obsession
No one listening
was prepared
****
Sensing the poem
forming in your
pretty little head
I anticipate
the fragment
of a day
missed
that will be
a sparkling
revelation
once read
****
Little brother
are you still
running
with wolves?
Have you invoked
the fire spirit
enough
to stay aflame?
Are you lone,
a leader,
or just
the same?
****
She danced into a daydream
Sweet stag, your antlers
are trees she used to
climb in youth
Waiting for the moon,
redbreast coos
****
Flesh melting haze all around,
–we woke up in violence–
are the paper thin walls enough
to create distance? are we safe?
is terror within?
****
soul shaking
heavens
hells
life is not a
peaceful plain
or all fiery rain
that’s what death’s for
living is
mystery on
every shore
****
Matters of fact?
Here, have a laugh!
Who knew that
‘creating your own reality’
would backfire with such
disastrous effect?
****
Sleeping thru the storm,
rain leaks into my dreams
I float through pearlescent streams
Til seaweed arms
drag me down
& I wake up in screams 
****
One by one
the lampposts dim
The sign most wait for
lies within
In darkness,
the hidden
Made visible,
clear
The unknown beckons
Show no fear
****
On the quest
to find
oneself,
Take care
not to leave
your soul behind
A journey is longer,
more difficult
if you have
to backtrack
****
Crimson carpets
Howling winds seep thru cracks
White lace curtains sway
No quiet company
Haunted house awakens
Day’s gone away
Time to play
****

Catacombs cavorting,
Candelabra glow
Midnight celebration,
Iron door locks,
No where to go
Dance til death
Maniacal monsters
A Sinister Show
****
swirling your glass
like it holds future plans
they warned me
not to trust
a self proclaimed hero
a toast to your
massive ego
here, here
****

Runaway lamb,
her eye liner thick,
running,
ghosting through forbidden doors
Sharks circle
Sad ballerina
on the dancefloor
Bait for wolves
But no! 
There are angels
in fog lights
Your mother’s voice
reverberates
“I told you so”
Eyes close
to disco chandelier glow
Breathe
Let go
They’re tugging & tearing
At fleece & damp clothes
It’s me, wake up
The place is closed
Wrapping her in feathers,
I carry her home
****
I’ve swallowed swords to pin
your secrets down
Truth moths that fight back
against needles on their fragile wings
Buried burdens burrowing
****

Bottle of numb notion
Putting it down is easy
Never going back
is another story
Unwritten
The pen shaking
in my hand terrifies me
****
Once upon a harvest moon,
we basked in orange fields
Thankful, dancing merrily
Provisions met by good rain,
love, & a mighty sun
****
Invisible,
like the sea breeze
that no one noticed anymore
So routine it was background
What if the waves stilled?
Would I be seen?
****
Scuffling
Sweet silence intrusion
Trod to peephole,
a star twinkling
No sound
The magnified bubble reveals nothing
Only space
****
Taste of blood & metal
What I swallow
when I dare wake up
to more hellish news
I’ve already slept with desert mouth
Dreamt with fire in my gut
****
Orchid faces
kissed with dewdrop
 -The first tears
 of the morning after
 Sparkling sorrow
 Light of day
 is harsh & cruel-
hang their heads
****
Bittersweet coffee taste each morning
in your goodbye kiss
is what lingers, thankfully
Now that the pain of no more
has faded
****
Her amethyst aura
filled the faithless
with hope for
a more majestic life
Mediocrity
wasn’t suitable
for these free spirits,
rooted in soil
****
Mind readers
Or perhaps my loneliness
projected
A homesick haze,
all these ads
Porches looking over yards
in other places,
they torment me
****

find her in a fantasy
glimpse a piece
of her paradise
in a shimmering waterfall
she’ll say they’re diamonds
you’ll play along
****
“A Buddhist Riddle”
One with everything
 He was having a chuckle
 with the hot dog vendor again
He tiptoes home after
Side-steps
the ants
Harming none
****
Haiku:






Just wait twenty years
and your current clothing will
have come back in style

****

There’s beauty somewhere
between cherry blossom trails
& ancient trash heaps

****

How many awful
jokes did I force myself to
laugh at out of fear?
****

VSS (Very Short Stories):



“Quest”
On a quest for closure
one should expect open wounds.
****
“Deep Freeze”
Thankful for the deep freeze, he thought of the flowers.
Would they be warm enough under all those bodies?
Well cared for?
****

Picasso gave me nightmares as a child.
Harlequins hid behind beams &
were always the last faces I’d see
while plummeting into the cold abyss.
****
The first time we met
the world shone brighter. My
inner voice sang different songs.
****

“Laughter”
We explode into raucous laughter,
always after settling into bed. 
****
WIP:

They try to disguise malicious banter about us. Scrubs-speak, we call it. They flip their name badges around if you call them by name.
****
–“Paradise is a chicken & biscuits frozen dinner. I never complain about bein poor because I’ve never known anything else & I’m still happy.”
****

–“What are you complaining about? You’ve been waiting for forever for the world to be as strange as you are!”
****

We were so lost in our nostalgia, no one noticed it was morning. The time had come to leave our pasts here, & turn to tomorrow.
****
–“Listen to me,” Angry tears were forming in her eyes. For once through no fault of mine. “You owe no man an explanation. Ever.”
****

–“More wisdom?” The old man chuckled. “Grow your hair. The longer, the wiser you’ll be.”
“Is that true?”
“I dunno. Guess we’ll see.”
****
Have a fantastic week, everyone! Can you believe it’s going to be April already??

#MicropoetryMonday – March 13 – 19, 2017

Spring is here!

I’m feigning enthusiasm because it’s just not my season. I’m not a fan of the warm weather. In fact, I despise it. Plus, I don’t feel well. However, I don’t feel like complaining about things I can’t control or do anything about anymore so I won’t bore you with my chronic illness life details at this time. 😉

I’m just extremely thankful that my creative brain has taken over and I’m doing all I can to make use of it. I love writing. I don’t know where I’d be without it. 

Enjoy last week’s micropoems. I wrote some longer pieces this week that I’ll be sending out for publication once they’re polished. I got a rejection letter today but that’s totally fine. I’m having fun sending off to the publishing world again. As Sylvia Plath said, “I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.”

Speaking of which, I’m currently reading The Bell Jar for the umpteenth time. Sometimes, you just need to. 

Here’s to another busy week! Hopefully my symptoms will ease up on me. 🙂


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insomnia,
a muse-
tossing
turning
lyrical calling
streetlamp statues
stand guard
all is quiet
save for the pen delicately
caressing the page

****

Sleepaway Camp stomachache
Too many smores
Rebels
Me&you
Defying lights out
Trading dreams until
the sky breaks open,
bleeds periwinkle blue

****

It was liquid discouragement   I knew
     the drunker I got
the more likely
    this martini
             would
         become
truth serum

****

On the pier with my favorite wallflower
he expresses concern over
mixing the worlds
kicks seashells at injustice
& croons Lou Reed
to the moon

****

It’s a lonely road
but I’ll crawl it
I’ll make friends
with myself
along the way
Great Spirit
will guide me,
light my path
every day

****
Accustomed to broken promises, she often broke her own. Caught in a hailstorm on an afternoon stroll, she wound up on his front porch again.
****

Sugar sweet lies,
the candy coated kind
 at that
Syrup tears,
strawberry kisses
 leave it at that
I’ll believe you
 always

****

Gratitude
for each time
my ear is tickled
by stories

Inspired
by each voice
my heartbeat drums for

Honored
to be a part of tradition

****

Today’s theme is indecision
I’m pulled apart in all directions
mind-body-spirit-soul
It’s just the season
spiraling out of control
****
With age comes less naivety
I mean
10 years ago
I may have spent
the afternoon
destroying my
microwave
But I’m definitely
not going to
today
****
Then
The time of wicker figures
cavorting on horizons
but only
in dreams
Now
An underground coven
lipsyncing the ancient chants
****
washing dishes
in front of dusty windows
suncatcher rainbows
dancing on her face
she’d be tense as a deer
if dark clouds were near
****
Sing to me those Motown songs
from the back porch swing
Watchin’ the boys play basketball,
runnin’ after toddlers,
countin’ fouls
****
Perfect line
to the chapel
Perfect wine
sacrificial sample
Perfect white
veils for Communion Day
Perfect time
to wonder how the wafer tastes
****
he was openly inviting
fresh for the biting
teeth-sinking
****

I want to go to Vienna
Walk the paths of
favorite movies
It must be a good spot
for lovers
wanderers
poets
& pianos crashing
onto the street
****
yellow ribbon
yanked from hair
to tie to a branch
of a memory tree
poms were
on every front porch
& some meant sons
& fathers didn’t make it
****
The mailman whistles
his Tuesday tune
I wait at the gate
all afternoon
For doting reply
from my dear one
Song turns melancholic
there’s none
****

Wrapped in a cloak of constellations
she tosses meteors my way
I catch a comet trail
past Andromeda
Moon dances with firelight
I fly til day
****
Mid morning motivation,
battered copy of Byron in back pocket
Early bird caught hell
from the shore joggers
One line in
& he’s
labeled lazy
****
Two world walkin’
The delicate balance
of fine lines
Tread lightly
on eggshells
You know they think
you’re not supposed to be here;
You are
****
Tangled issue takeaway
Derailment train
causes headaches,
tearing of hair
(Not a hair’s length of sense!)
You say you’re educating
I’m lost
****

With tired feet, we press on
The Red Road can be rocky
We carry  generations of burdens
but hold each other up
through the journey
****
The dark turns of the later years
just before the end
Those are the best ones
It’s where we see who people truly are
Who they’ve grown to be
****
Courtesy of Buffy, The Vampire Slayer
There’s little between us
We’re like magnets
Yet
Polar opposites
Worlds apart
I’m the beat
of your cold, dead heart
****
The first step–
to recovery
to a life anew
to admitting
she had a problem
–to take
was hers & she did
after that she could never sit still
****
After you left
I still played in the twilight snow
& the roses in your backyard still grow
Still
there’s a hole inside me
Pain of letting go
****
Late at night
the outlines of the strangers
I was so tormented
at the thought of
take shape
play tag across the room
haunt me
****
Kissing in the lightning
storms come & go, baby
I’ll always be right here,
catching raindrops from
your eyelashes
Reveling
in electric jolts
****
I tell you
my uncles
were galloping horsemen
I’m not talking stallions,
though their long manes
did flow with never-ending strength
Author’s Note: This micropoem is a little intro of sorts to a longer poem I’m working on. Part two is a little tough for me to write but it’s coming along. It will most likely end up in the chapbook I’m working on. Stay tuned for details about that because once it’s finished I will be releasing it in some form. 


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Originality? Don’t sweat it
We’re eating up
remakes
        of remakes
                 of remakes
Rewrite it
With more regurgitation
****
Light calls to the dark
shines a way
Planets in crisis
keep turning anyway
The universe works together
night can’t survive without day
****
Sleep tugs at your eyelids
Morning glory — off to bed
Let me in there
I’ll snuggle up to the dreams
inside your tousled head
****
I’ll listen to the singers
w gravel in their voices
all day
I want my very eardrums
to feel their pain
some way
Heart tugged
they say
I’m ok
****
The heart can be angry too
It can be consumed by flames
of hateful things
people say to you, they feel they have to
til it kills you
I swear
****
No time
for tears to dry
Floral decked crowds
draw a breath
We kiss goodbye in secret
No need for display
as you walk away
****
Hold your breath
Let no blink
make a sound
There are whispers
screaming secrets
When you can quiet
the demons hanging around
****
Keep to the sacred,
but live
be sure to live
Replacements,
no more
replacements for
Experience
gains wisdom
ceremony can give
So much more
****
Protection
is sketchy
Puffed up wolves
swearing to defend
your honor,
beer breath
in windblown hair
They’re there, yah
cheering as you
bleed
****

Her home was the lighthouse
for all caught on a weathered journey
Its warmth felt holy
piercing the veil of darkest nights
****
Gull counting, under bridge,
another country across it
Uncle & I abandoned our poles
long ago so he could tell of lands that didn’t want him
****
I would wish for all my heroes
to jump from screen,
from page,
from the deepest echoes
of memories in my brain,
& show me how to
save myself
****
There will come a day
when there will be no
cause (literal) to study,
read up on
No horrible snakes left
to defend land from
But not today
****
Fragile minds, susceptible
to the beetle burrowing
of the glossy three-pieces
collecting a fortune
in their skulls,
weep when they
wake up
****
They take blood
to confirm what’s already known
I’m poked & prodded
so they’ll be paid
Vials of me
as proof of
their incompetence
to cure
****
I find courage in words
the dead ones thought
to write down
I stack them on every surface,
wrap them around me
when I sleep
****
Ma’s love stretched over us
along with her arm
when she had to brake
too fast
She’d never trust a yellow light
No, never again
****
Fugitive
seeks my heart
to keep him invisible
I’m not home
So he waits on my doorstep
I hear his case,
judge him unworthy
He returns
to her
****
Azure dust on your eyelids
when the more natural pink
of them is majestic enough
How do you do that,
Raise the dead w/ just
a flick of lash?
****

the mark on his forehead
was a fairy kiss
we told him this
an attempt to deter
him from getting a complex
he grew to love his
freckle flecks
****
our favorite songs to bond over
are the ones that strengthen us,
make us dance in gratitude
these are the ones
on repeat
blessed harmony
****
No strong suit today
My armor barely covers
& is splashed w/ bullet holes
The seemingly insignificant
slips right in & festers
under my skin
****
Circulating ashes
glitches
blockages
in the system
Who designed this?
Who thought suffering
was so beautiful
they called it life?
****
Your eyes won’t leave mine
when you tell me a story,
after thousands of kisses
They light up every time,
shining
whenever I’m
in the room
****
Appreciate the awkward
In fact
Stop saying all the
Natural nuances
&everything you do
Are awkward
Achingly adorable
Is more like it
Alright?
****
I unthink too much now
After a lifetime of being
“too smart” “too literal”
“thinking too much”
“you’re smart but
have no common sense”
too
****
The little ones-
always watching
you cry on the kitchen counter
They hear
The fights, your panic in the night
The dulled spark
in your eyes
****
It’s not the number of states between us,
it’s the dirty laundry we hurl
Maybe we’ll build a bridge
to each other
Or
Wave them in surrender
****
I am not offended by your well wishes
I only feel a billion times
worse when I am
unable to live up to them
& I may be killing
myself to try
****
Once a wiry lean post
a tattered doormat
Now a rickety old fence
keeping a battered heart
From breaking again
when it was finally on the mend
****

Sculptor
She molds me, I am stuck
Glue to her
    devouring kisses
hazelnut coffee & nicotine
Flaws
I have them
She smoothes
     them over
****
Conversing with the oaks
They listen
Stillness
is lonesome
But woods make good company
on charcoal nights when better times
keep you awake
****
Anticipation
The sweet agony
of the highlighted curtain
going dark
Invitation only
A blinking SOS
for only me
****
Compulsions
Clicking with new companions
Seeking, finding
New old faces
that teach emotional
damage control
Lost
in a chasm of ancient ruins
****
Dissolved
We are particles
Intersecting
Transforming
Disappearing
I’m afraid
Ground to bits
When they excavated,
dissected, & 
endangered us
****
City life is draining me
I’m exhausted
overthinking sirens
Passerby paranoia
Paper thin walls
Pin drops & paper
Rustling of pigeon wings
****
The Law of Attraction
can be poetic tragedy
All the songs
scenes
scents
of you
Sensory overload
consumes
& I can’t escape
I need
Extraction
****
Happiest in a sea
of denial
The tide dragging
me out
The familiars on shore
mouth praise
I can’t hear them
They try
but I won’t
be pulled in
****
This half life I live is fine
I make the days good
Part of me feels free
A productive mind
stays happy
But my shell is cracking,
breaking me
****
When the electricity plays
   connect the dots 
inside of me   struck match
sulfur   invasion of nostrils  Your voice
lulls  the beasts away
****
Hit a window
  of time
to smash through
Transparency
  was a threat to me
Open Door Policy
  they spy on me
Lost minutes
  to track
Eternity
****
“Enlightened”
Don’t worry
about reaching
some type of
Nirvana
A step is a poem
In conversation
you learn
Listen
Awareness
That’s all you gotta do
****
Peeking planetary
phenomenon
Twilight Wedge
of golden silence
Alpenglow–Dark fractions
dividing illumination
****
“Honey,
I can’t”
Fear of flying, confined spaces
Claustrophobia & colonialism,
Lack of funds
These things keep us too far apart
****

Jukebox taunts
neon pink glow
optical illusion
of checkered
tabletop
Smoke swirls
grey mist haze
audio hallucination
of her singing
along
****
So homesick
the wax apples
anger me
I can smell orchards still
I used to look down from trees
Now I climb
collapsing ladders
& I can’t reach
****
Desert heat, thick as syrup
Big Dipper, you big ladle
Cool me with fresh insight
while I search, warily
for a new head to cradle
****
Grass stained cheek,
mouth of mud
& geranium pressed lips
Pearly pastel hands
crushed screams
The half moon
is his jaw
laughing
at me
****
Charmed by the Lakeview
Pristine sheen Paradise
Soon, our getaway will end
We breathe in the end of winter air
Vowing to return
****
I can fly
through favorite books
as I reread them
I feel they’re
imprinted on my soul
etched in my spine
I know the
story won’t change
I will
****
your shelves
with your knickknacks,
your cherished plaster martyrs
they shook
when he came home
you scramble
to dust them
appeasing
pleasing
****
The origin
of the strange:
Let’s backtrack
When did you
notice the oddities?
When did the
world turn its
back on you?
Unique?
That won’t do
****
I can’t remember the names
of the lost women
who helped me find me
But I can’t forget our bond
All we lived through
All we’d seen
****

Sunshine City
The day had its way with us
Bus fumes intoxicated us
Not in that good way
Not that glamour filter
Of glittering nights way
****
prayer tendrils
my nookomis
sent up
connected with
the night bugs
she stayed
moth silent
while they
sang all the songs
she couldn’t
*nookomis- Grandmother (Ojibwemowin)


****
And what of my barrenness?
I lie a lot. Say I’m glad for it. (Most days I am.) It adds to the less than.
I feel I’m doing less than my duty.
****
Whose though?
Whose best laid plans
for me, the mass I occupy?
Matter
Does it matter?
Existence &
persistence of memory
linger after death
****
Sub-genres, partial,
demi-, multi-
“It is what it is” & also
“It’s not, it’s both”
Silly humans
Complicating all the good
& simple things
****
Raspberry picking
“Leave some for the pies!”
If I had known that was the last time,
the last birthday poem, the last laugh fest
I would have
****
All four seasons
pass along the highway
He knows
snow banks melt to mud puddles
He’s seen
empty deserts
southern rains
all the blues of the sky
For Driver Matt


****
Do you claim to know
the soul of another?
Like you’ve been in there
with your dirty hands
Raiding through rubbish,
leaving prints
everywhere
****
I can’t fathom moving forward
when old guitar strings hold me here
I’m there
In that line
in the second verse
Right there
I wanna go back
****
Hurling clock
at TV when
the score’s not right
We’re settling old scores
tonight
No one wins a remote
battle if we can’t find
the damn thing
****
Backstreet alley, behind our house
Learning early lessons
Docs weren’t the only ones with needles
Later, we learned docs dealt too
****
Incremental lover
bit by bit
revealing
mysteries
Comes undone
piece by piece
surrendering
completely
Whole again
bygone bye
morning
leave me
****
The king picks his peasants clean
Teethprints
No easy way to hide them
Don’t speak as he feasts
It makes his fragile blood boil
****
Pure happiness
when we share
Bits & pieces
of ourselves
You with your
charcoal sketches
Me with my
unrelenting pen
****
Pullout map placemat
All night drive makes
truck stop look gourmet
We see people selling appropriation
Burgers turn to cardboard
in our bellies
****

I love morning chatter
 of feathered friends
Hummingbird buzzing with gossip
Dove laments a lover
Sparrow chases Cardinal
 ducking for cover
****
I had spinning dreams
of frozen ponds
Me spiraling
through air
on figure skates
Audience of pines
shuddered in
my whirlwind’s wake
****
Hands of silk
A barely-billow
brushing across my back
I drift
on the waves
of your breath in my hair
You’re calming,
A safe ocean
****
Every Sunday, a postictal state
Aura assault, hypnotic light flashes
Drums echo from a far off place–discombobulated
Still too close
****
stillness of sound
seemed intrusive
the night
on guard, tensed
ominous omen
eclipsing the essence of nature’s nocturnal music
****
Bathtub, ivory ice
Muted light, frosted glass
 My breath is there  I see it
Milky clouds, miracle  I made it 
Savior in the mirror
****
Collision vision
I am sick
from all the wor(l)ds
inside of me
Purge, though grudgingly
I am tired
But it’s all just
that more vivid
in sleep
****
Walk around, cloud carrying
Shade from the mercury light bulbs
They burn, but only you
& the path
of your patterned pacing
Simmer
****
Haiku:

Sail on, faithful &
mighty cloud ship. Float on in
love & destined dreams.
****

The larvae have grown
They nest, hatch from within me
Spawn dine on organs
****


VSS ( Very Short Stories):



She washed her hands in the river, the blood billowing like ink in the turbid ripplets.
****

I’m stagnant in the sunshine,
he’s bored in a blizzard.
****
-“My methods are hard to grasp”
-“You make them believe outside is so dangerous when the monster is you”
-“That’s how I got here”
****

“Character”
He was quite the character.
I penned him with adoration.
****

“Brew”
Brew a pot. He’s arrived,
wild stories in his eyes.
****
He stopped doing
what he thought
he was supposed
to do because
it’s what everyone
wanted. No one
noticed. Nothing
changed.
****

“Drunken Stupor”
Skittering scarabs slice like a scythe over me. So soft sounding they are,
in the pitch blackness of this drunken stupor.
****
“I only need a song’s length to tell a story.”
He got into it then.
His hands made unintentional shadow illustrations on the wall.
****
“Room”
You made room. I’m not
cramping your heart space anymore.
****
Dumb luck
One time I found a 4-leafed clover
Someone told me I couldn’t
I searched for hours, took rest
There it was, under my nose
****

I conjure a memory through a daydream
of you pressing on when your hands
were too unsteady for beadwork.
I gather mashkawizii from this.
*mashkawizii : inner strength (Ojibwemowin)


****
WIP (Works in Progress):


–The plume in her hat combined with her obsidian gaze & beak of a nose, which she stared down at us from, made her resemble a gawking crow.

****
–The Lawn Chair Ladies, our mothers, were trading gossip the way we kids traded Garbage Pail Kids cards. They were oblivious.
****
Have a fantastic week, everyone! Thank you as always for reading my work. I am truly grateful for all of you who support me. ❤

#MicropoetryMonday – March 6 – 12, 2017

Micropoems from last week! Enjoy!







Well defended,
behind the fences
there are threads of you here still
We are soldiers, undefeated
Arm against our fortitude
& impervious will

****

I learned to love in your language
but got lost
in your misuse of words,
certain actions
Mistranslations
of caresses vs.
violent reactions

****

Death of passion,
paper plane attempts
of all I’d write to you
in shaking script
because you’re
forcing my hand
burn in rage,
in cremation

****

Feuds & falling outs,
Damsels of the decades
Fiery femme fatales
Dashing dreams
Fabricating
Destroying
Ferociously
Are you friend
or faux?

****

She hit me like a flare gun
(True, I was shot
w a flare gun once
This is not
a metaphor)
This was no accident
Pure calculation

****

Keep quiet in your own abode
in order not to disturb ghosts
Watch the seconds of day pass
Til nightfall–
faces press on glass

****

How can you just
sit there-

I’m hiding wounds
trying not to

-and not do

cry because it hurts you
I hurt you, I’m

-anything?

nothing

****

I’m so stunted —
never-ending quest
for perfection
& I am so
afraid of heights

****

The aether beckons
Beyond absentia
the golden ones call
Longing is too weak a word
for how I yearn for them
Touching infinity
after the fall

****

I give everyone
the watered down version
because I don’t want them
drowning in my personal
mighty muddy rivers
like I am

****

The poet pined for lost love

Precisely & proficiently

The proof was in
the papercuts

****

Winter,
brush a tender last kiss
against my trembling lips
I fear the changes
that less darkness brings
I’m not ready for goodbye

****

You forever
cursed me
w waiting
for the clock
to strike the
wishing time
Twice a day
I think of you
You did it on purpose
so I keep
missing you

****

There were plenty of stars
but the brightness of your smile
lit up the park
& my heart burst, right there
on the lawn
at dawn

****

Glow of the dying fire
would have to soothe
Absinthe is medicinal,
He’d tell you that
He’d laugh
Can’t prove
otherwise
on this twisted path

****

You hold my beginning
between your sandpaper wrinkles
I didn’t mean to be a job so difficult
I didn’t mean to shake you off so soon

****
I cannot sleep. Nature roars like a beast, rattles me in my cozy cage. Once a breeze, now a delicate rage, it cuts me deep.
****

Writing isn’t a compulsion.
I’m writing like I’m dying
& this could be my last
“good” or even “decent” line.
“Sell the rights,” I’ll croak.

****

Drifting off
to the tune of
crash test dummies
debating
the integrity & resiliency
of their air-heads

It’s a fight to the finish

The End

****

Songs we don’t remember
even though we’ve heard them
a thousand times

It’s because we’re more
tuned in
to each other

****

little cracked mug,
I won’t forget you

the world makes us all feel
we should loathe that which makes us
imperfect
but I like your
character

****

there was always room on the raft
for the stragglers
my cousins would never leave a bad swimmer behind
no matter how big or mad
they seemed

****

we were backwards
we wanted to escape to
that fire sunrise on the horizon
we wanted to get away from ourselves
so we ran
we flew

****

I’ll give my heartaches
free reign for a day or two
They can drag me down,
knee deep in all the murky memories,
but not for forever

****

Trapped in a dead end
after a failed safe route

Take another way,
they say

Nothing changes

Gravity never wavers
Count on that

****

Dig up confessions
buried in the backyard
She kept up that overgrown garden,
her time capsule,
secret keeper
The root of it all
hides deep

****

Your tone pricks my eardrums like blasphemy
Your words drip with agony,
a farewell to ecstasy
You beg for answers
but refuse to question me

****

I awoke from a dream of leaping deer
They were ravaging through trees like fire
“We exist still!” They cried with
crackling voices

****

I curl into your lap
& mumble apologetically
that you’re a habit
I just can’t break

****

Morning rush, flow of thoughts
I’ll try to keep them in my own skull,
transform them into dream worlds
I’ll want to remember,
but I won’t

****

Blue jay carried my prayer away,
Sparrow returned with an answer:
an angel feather from heaven
trapped in my screen,
a chorus of doves sing

****

Some days, we’re too focused
We’ll get sucked into over-analyzing
music videos
and miss breakfast

****

Mute is where I’m at my best
That’s what they told me
So I keep it in
Until the bubble bursts
Then I’m an explosion
That can’t be contained

****

I try to do other things
other than long for home
but it’s everywhere
My people are in each line I read
My food tastes like tears &
old songs

****

I used to watch people’s faces
Beautiful reactions to even mundane situations
I can’t anymore
Now I barely keep eye contact
& never for long

****

There’s lots in a name
Just ask all the hearts
that stop for a few seconds
the moment they hear
the name of whoever stole
their sacred parts

****

Fireworks with my grandmother
were the last I remember
They were her last too, sadly
Now they display war zones in the sky
I take shelter from

****

controlling
the way your skin
puckered
was one thing
but the reasons
to be doing
such things
are better off
being surrendered to

****

keepsakes locked up tight
& I lost the key on purpose

I couldn’t burn all of you away

if I try hard enough I can still
smell the smoke

****

My strength was pushed down
by my weaknesses
I melted into numbness
“Lie back, be someone else
you’ll need us to get through this”

****

Mustering up all power within me
as my mind does spring cleaning
Dusting off the
‘that which we do not write of’ files,
I break all my rules

****

the mirror becomes a vortex
if you stare long enough
anything can really,
scenery is seen in swirling vacuums,
windmills guiding me home

****

jewel encrusted shroud
a golden gift is her remembrance
whole kingdoms
would wait & watch
for centuries
to glimpse
this saint’s decay

****

Many love lives
each more poignant
than the
last one

****

tapping on the pool top
ripples form words
of stories
of all those times
you weren’t
too scared
to keep swimming

****

“You’re too young
for all this!”
At what age
will that
stop
being so?

****

facing the found out,
the craven companions

searching the ground
for the strongest of stand-ins

cardboard cutouts,
collapsing champions

****

molasses warm
but the sun feels like lasers

Springtime–the itch,
the awakening, transition

piercing peeps,
new flock of baby birds
& me

****

a keen young interest in genetics
led to prophetic nightmares and
a lot of nights sobbing on my knees
begging God not to let me die

I was 5

****

no, there really is
lightning in this bottle
balancing on my neck

no, I don’t mean I’m wired
these are shocks & statics,
sparks of death

****

dangerous free verse
added to the injustice pile

writing so truthful, it hurts
& you feel guilty

so heavy, the weight of words

****

running around
dodging all the thoughts
in my head
because if I put them down,
they’re permanent
and so many
keep urging me
to forget

****

If you ever go away,
can you leave
your shoulder behind?

I’ll need it for the days,
and especially
the nights, like these

****

she’s my anchor,
cranking throwbacks
to simpler times

oh, whatever
it was probably
far more complicated

in our youth
we just
didn’t care

****

dandelion sniffles
fried apples
sparklers refused to light
corn on the cob
stuck in teeth
horseshoes caused a fight
family reunion
delight

****

Claymation creatures
lined shelves
She’d form & mold,
light-touch fragile features,
design new life for a long-awaited
tale of old

****

A marble held at close range to
a wondering eyeball
against a street light
right at twilight
takes you
to another planet, man
give it a try

****

the heart is wearing away,
a vat of acid in the chest,
an empty stomach lined with ash
these are remains, you see
this is what you left

****

He soothed me like a classic movie,
caressed my frizzy hair
until I drifted off to sleep,
floating off into a monochromatic
pixelated ocean

****

If you’re thinking
of an argument
or a way to prove
a person wrong
as they speak,
that’s not listening.

That’s barely even
hearing.

****

Starving for a thunderstorm,
cyclone, any shake-up
Sweet tangerine strolls
my way like an earthquake
Her hips swing angrily
I can’t face her

****

Catastrophe
lack of ingredients
for the sacrifice
Wait we’re all giving up
something right?
Rain on
Despair is bottomless
We’re
dust to them

****

Is it as exhausting to defend hate
as it is to live in a world where some
people see you as less than human
because you’re different from them?

****

racing against the clock
carrying pressures that
I put on myself
as the world blurs by

I can’t see it
not with my eyes
on some false
prize

****

I live to transcend
the corporeal suffering
of this temporary stop
Ethereal heavens
are my journey’s end
I’ll return to them

****

“Wherever you go, there you are.”

But here is not there
I was ripped from my home twice
& I bleed, sweat & cry
to get back there
where I am

****

I miss tickling
baby bro’s tummy
where each laugh was whimsy,
a true blessing
A grown man now,
stoic to survive,
shy smiles are
all we get

****

Wear these worn shoes for a bit
See how they feel
They don’t fit?
I don’t either
Not in this life
I know, bad deal
No receipt
to return it

****

Country life
was not for my sister
She took to the streets,
hopped a midnight train
Ran to the heart
of those uptown beats

****

She came back to us,
bare arms branded
by bruises
-his “love” for her-

We ground our
teeth to cinders because
she won’t let us
at him

****

Face down
in the community pool,
it’s safe to take deep breaths

Perfect place to scream,
drown sorrows
I can lift my head here

****

so open
he became infected,
diseased

****

Delusional paragon
reaches apotheosis
then plummets,
takes the grand plunge,
grasps the lowest rung
on the archetype,
believes in himself

****

the raspberry streak in her curls
is enticing
brunette beauty
tapping boot heels
doesn’t find this scene exciting
she’s a ruby among pearls

****

crowns around
frazzled heads
in her honor
  88
like piano keys
withered fingers
  88
candles on this
pineapple upside
down cake

****

Cascade into a trance
let the cyclone pass
like you drift by
those open windows
when no glass
separates you from
taking a chance
at death

****

I was his Junebug
he was my jazz band drummer

fragile fire,
delicate dream

young love over
food court pizza

promises to write
over summer

****

That laugh
it was a starry night
the way it twinkled
how it floated out of her throat
like angels
& sounded like music
from a far off cafe

****

we sway
suspended in equinox
with no reality
to ground us
we dissipated
faded away
eternity of Eden
back in our former states,
they found us

****

Attack like a hiccup
catching the words
in the throat

Tongue twisted
counting on confusion
before striking

A verbal blow
lies dead
on lips

****

Words are all I am
But my silence speaks louder to you
You plead to hear my voice again
Claim that it’s all you need
to sleep

****

This is a test,
mouth desert dry

I sing to the geese
passing by

they’re homebound,
no room for this one

I am consumed
by the blinding sun

****

Each breath takes so much
one in, one out
Of one to another
Slow down
Lock up
We’re entwined
In this prison
For we are kindred thieves

****

the frigid lake water
when you convinced me
to dive right in
shivered screams
from two little
pumpkins bobbing
along in circles
fade to laughs

for Richie


****

I miss the smell of wood chips,
   craft paint, & rusted steel
My Gramps’ aftershave
hung around too
  Long after
  he was gone

****

he flowed through me
like the rhythm of
the falling rain
pouring
the most beautiful
& treacherous
of his storms
all over me

****

You can say it’s ok
until you’re blue in the face,
It won’t do much
to ease my mind
I see fear all around me,
I taste pain

****

Lavender sky surrounding us
I’ve been waiting for this sun up
Watching to make sure
the night was real
& that the dawn
won’t take you

****

Screen door slammed
I knew that was it
The blaze died down
but you left
tire tracks in the driveway
& a hollow pit
where my stomach had been

****

lime flecks on black & white
newspaper splattered walls
bed jumping
-too much fun with glow necklaces-
flashdancing on the ceiling
in strobe

****

clocks-a ticking
we’re warped enough already
do we need the time/space
confusion
that comes with
thinking too much
of a lost hour?

****

wild horses run thru my head,
their hooves pound across my skull
I smell fire in their dusty prints
I hear their ear-splitting
warning call

****

The mothers of the missing
cradle hope like Rosary beads
Every phone ring
is a decade
Every knock on the door
is disappointment come home

****

Gimikwenden ina?
(Do you remember?)
The sunflowers
that grew taller
than you
out back?

****

Winds marching,
ghosting majesties
with a too early
good morning

Sun-peaked,
rubbing eyes
from sleep,
cloudy heads

****

elbow kisses
how unhinged
we’ve become

years of memorizing
tickle spots
counting laugh lines

we fit
in each other’s crevices
so perfectly

****

Sometimes, the unexpected
is an out of nowhere comet
crashing & burning your whole world
I have a fear of freak accidents
& for good reason

****

Pain tears at my stitching
I’ve come undone
Sunscorch
settles upon me
outside
inside
I can’t rub these
icepicks from me
This is
just Stage 1

****

Trusting the pines to hide
your transgressions

Do forests have eyes?

Asleep in the dirt,
sunrise casting guilt
over freshly
uncovered lies

****

Meditate
on the verdant yards
of Midland
The creeks,
the waabooz (rabbit) paths
Fishing from the dock
surrounded by robins
& friendly faces

****

Two paragraphs
was all it took
for this book
to be returned
with tear-stained pages

An entire life in those lines,
captured across the ages

****

Your silence told me everything,
don’t you know?
Your fibs do less damage than
what you won’t admit to,
what you refuse to show

****

Too wild, the tempest
to tame the burning flame
Accidental inferno
you tried so hard
to tiptoe
around it
& still lost the game

****

woman of the west
sandstorm heart
monsoon miracle
painted desert art
hawk vision
screech owl wise
tracks of tears trail
down sagebrush eyes

****

the ending is here but
I can’t turn the page

****
Haiku:




There’s a reason all
these social media sites
are in hues of blue

****

I don’t need extra
attention. I just need my
good friends’ hands to hold.

****

Opulent auras,
glowing rainforest jade
sprinkling the moody blue

****

A dusting of grinds,
no filters, & it’s morning.
Well, isn’t that swell?

****

Timeless enchantment
The crystal pond shimmers for
a trillion sunsets

****

“Give me my hour back,
you filthy swine!” Raoul Duke shouts
through his gritted teeth.

****

VSS (Very Short Stories):



“Sooo, you’re a writer?”

“I don’t really dig labels, man.” She turned back to her keyboard, resuming her furious typing.

****

“Cloudburst”

Clamoring for shelter after cloudburst.
Your coat, a reliable canopy.

****

“Calm”

I’m strange. I prefer chaos
to help calm my storms.

****
“Insidious”
The trees were draped in a fog of insidious spider webs that shone silver in the moonlight. I ignored the nuzzling on my neck.
****

“Breeze”

Blitzed uncle, too often found
frequenting garages, shooting the breeze.

****

“Wine”

Beach nights. Boxed wine. Things
are about to get interesting.

****

Nightfall, counting the day’s earnings.
Two dirty nickels in a Styrofoam cup.
The world had changed, surely,
not the clown’s smile.

****
WIP (Works in Progress):



“My friend moved to China which is a real drag because he bought me the best books on my birthday every year.”
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“I had the Dalai Lama’s Art of Happiness at some point but I lent it to one of my sad friends & they never returned it.” 
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It came around again, like a birthday, but no one gives presents for simply surviving, do they? Happy Diagnosis Anniversary? Hmm.
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Have a great week, everyone! ❤




#MicropoetryMonday – February 27 – March 5, 2017

What a writing week last week was for me! My fingers are still aching. 😀 
I’m very happy that so much inspiration flooded me & I’m hoping that 
creative energy will still be with me this week as I tackle
some more projects that I hope to submit. I love that “this is
almost ready for submission” feeling even if it makes me a
little nervous still. It’s awesome when hard work comes to 
completion and also when it comes to fruition.

I will do my best to have a personal update this week too.

Spring is on its way! Hopefully a time for new ideas to bloom. 

Have a great week!








Reckless river
She ran wild
My cannot-be-contained flame
I remember her red curls every Autumn
I see her face in the midday sun

****

Flour dusts the counter
like the fine snow powders the world outside
Gram & I choose to hide
in the kitchen
making frybread
“Knead on, girl”

****

Most would leap at the chance
yet you turn away with
just barely a glance

You’re convinced love is useless
& make your stance

****

Isolation leads to creation
of phantoms
sneaking by
the corner of your eye
Trembling genuflection
Violent resurrection
Be reborn or die

****

No one said we would know them
by smiles,
tips of hats,
vapor napalm breath,
compliments to all low cut things
No, we learn much too late

****

Walking war zone,
cup full of contempt & curses
Lip purses,
finger points
Glares, stares,
open mouth, if you dare
Feels like home

****

It all spins by so fast
Life, the Earth a turquoise blur
Moments, fate or coincidence
A whirlpool to swim through,
currents past

****

Take a truth & call me in the am
The nightmares, doc, they were terrible
I still can’t shake them off me
Clarity
A dose destined to haunt me

****

Photo Courtesy of my dear friend, GM

Captured lighting perfectly
though blurred faces
he could never see
Make adjustments accordingly
Budding photographer,
he was born to be

for GM 

****

Memories of awaiting news, up all night, reading detective stories til dawn
Chest clenching when the phone buzzes
Did he/she/they make it?

****

Her kiss was a citrus twist
to my teenage tangled tongue
Unexpected, on the deck
Did I care that it was all a double dare
after it was done?

****

Glassy eyed tot
World of wonder held
in tiny hands
Bluebird bouncing
Balloon clouds
Skipping stones
with no limit to
the magic
she understands

****

Rescue me, Dream Weaver,
Giver of goodness

Help me taste the rain,
bask in the sun’s rays

Show me love for everything again

****

Wolf wore his own clothing
to the caging of the moon
with his hawk-eyed right hand man

Even imprisoned, her glow won’t dull

****

My bones are glass
They are shattered
Bits of jagged remains
Poison my blood,
exterminate my system,
leave me toxic, bitter
Tender to touch

****

Undercover extraterrestrial
can’t decode
all the labels
mankind placed on itself
so there’s no way
to report back
on who humans really are

****

I’ll be here
holding on
to that last
heart string
you struck in me
before you
turned so dark,
so hateful,
so void of
empathy

****

Someday I’ll find you
in the ashes
of all the unsent letters
you burned
instead of saying goodbye
bathing in moonlight
galaxies in your eyes

****

Feast on sickness
a labor of love
It’s not my fault
food becomes an enemy
The moment it enters
my mouth
I’m not hungry
Not if this is change

****

Scratching at skin to get at
the root of the evil within
These memories are mine,
They’re surfacing
I can’t bury them when they’re
encircling

****

i’ll carve into your granite
the things you
want to hear
i’ll protect you
from the things
i couldn’t prevent
my brother, my sister
i’m here

****

It’s day, so I feel spiders in my veins
Webs are made inside of me
In my darkest corners,
In the places light can’t touch

****

Oblivion
We spin around the kitchen,
wake up humming showtunes,
kiss the sun of the afternoon
on our sleepy foreheads
Nothing exists but you

****

Found a connection to the keys again
Flowing rivers
life preserver letters
They spill out
drown blank pages
resurface
I’ve come alive again

****

‘remember just
the way u taste’
that song
when your tattoo crosses my mind
when the dusted bathroom counter
drove us wild
& apart

****

We spend the last
of the grey days
blasting Johnny Cash
on scratched cds
& the last of the crunching
winter leaves
shuffle &
2-step outside

****

Recognition
He sees me,
pretends not to

My face flush
is like the blood rush
of his touch
when I was just a hidden fantasy

He ignores me

****

Beach in the air,
faint whiff of last week’s carnival hangs on the waves, drifts over to me, pierces memory like the hibiscus behind her ear

****

Come on in
It’s a polyphonic playground
Disco didn’t die it just faded away
Ran off with some new sound,
made new melodies
Makes us dance anyway

****

Excavating through antique notebooks
I recognize
my old graphomanic penmanship
I unleash ancient demons,
rewrite past wounds,
create healing

****

You broke my walls, your own threshold, a glass tumbler & my heart
in one month
Babe I tried
You tied
My hands
&
your pride
to me

****

Joy
to be this close
to you
I hear
all those beautiful notes
in you
You’re painting in your mind
painting me
brushing hands
brushing hearts

****

Snap a photo
In a flash we’re captured
Busted
You stole that kiss
Don’t lie
Bruised lips
Days later
I tore that
damn picture
in two

****

Her hands folded
is patience
If finger points she’s scolding
in silence
In anger, she can’t find words
Just hands
across faces

****

Needles
Subzero wind stings
the arms
Frostbite
Teeth grinding
the tongue
“We’re losing her!”
Blue, stiffed mouth
Freeze flat line
the brain

****

Good morning
Your blood is replaced
with concrete
Your mind is now a cloud
There’s so much to do
today, I know
I’m afraid you’re
not allowed

****

Your sneezes
Your hiccups
You’re adorable
Plaid flannel clad,
balancing steaming mugs
to our bedside
Muttering apologies
for nothing
darling

****

Ships caught in a gale,
thru the melee crowds
we flatten ourselves
to blend in

Ants scurry, we carry them,
carry each other
Dig a way home

****

I used to crumble for everything
a blown dandelion seed dream
drifting on hurricane winds
I landed upon desert sand
Depleted,
but I stand

****

I feel you in my knees
upon linoleum
I held you
Watched the blood run
Why?
Blame was the game back then
The smashed glass against sign posts

****
If you lose me on the inhale, don’t let go.
#tenwords
****

The waiting room
tearing tissues to shreds
Dim 24-hour weather forecast
mixing with worry & regret
in your head
Wrenching so tightly
you bled

****

Irreplaceable/Disposable
Where do you/I fit in?
The boxes are heavy
In death we can shed sagged skin
Ashes weigh less than
hearts of stone

****

Florida summers lying on a sticky floor
with no AC
I had company
A voice on the other end of an overstretched phone cord
poking under the door

****

I’m addicted to that loose curl,
& how I felt on the rainy road that day
Wave to me from the window, sure
It’s a small dose,
not the same

****

On the day of your birth
did you know
we’d find each other?
Two sparks,
we ignited when we met
Blazed through life together,
best of friends

for Brooke


****

Little Cloud Walker
Wildflower braids
She reminds me, teaches me
  of the forgotten stars
  where we came from
She guides me, this young one

for Cheyenne


****

I didn’t want to read it
I knew I’d delete it

It’s just,

My eyes take a photo
once I see it
& I can’t forget
No apology
You didn’t mean it

****

“Monsters are fictional. It’s time to face this nothing you’re so afraid of.”

Inside
I’m cackling
Hysterical
He can’t see the horror is me.

****

Too much reflection
Break the mirror

#sixwords

****

Thicker than water
Wash away, wash away
A watched wound
never stops bleeding
Look away, look away
Makes no difference
Stains remain
Go away

****

Enraptured, captured
He fell into her spell
Lovestruck, his
passion, desire went madder
Strained chains
only a curse can shatter

****

One could argue the possession
struck a chord in her
Sonorous screaming, daylight dreaming
Goat in the corner plays over her

****

Long & drawn out fairy tale
The end obvious from the get-go
Princess never got her way
& the prince fell with a blow
to his ego

****

She turns to wax

Impressions
of pressing fingertips

Molded to shape

    She is arching

           to slip down
           melting drips

****

Will you lament regrets
beg for forgiveness
grovel for missed chances
what you did
didn’t do
when the reaper comes for you?

****

Deep & dark
   he said
It was synonymous
   with spooky
What he found so
   frightening
Brought her joy
   & delight
with no end

****

summer heat fell upon us, suddenly,
like a fever
boiling temps caused a frenzy
in the dance halls,
damp basements, the streets

****

Your excuses are futile
& I take offense
You have no acceptable
line of defense
when dark wine
kisses on your neck
leave a trail of evidence

****

How do they not bat one evil eye
while causing
the wriggling,
squirming
deaths of the
butterflies?
Do they practice
how to watch souls die?

****

The hate’s so thick tonight
it fills the cracks in his armor
Head down
Walk on
Is least obvious the
most obvious
or is he wrong?
Born wrong?

****

I write a many
finger-aching words

Then sometimes I write
spirit-crushing words

But I have to
It’s ok

It’s how truths are born
and told

****

Aunt Mildred
in the parlor
can often be found
snickering at wallpaper
stomping the ground

Don’t question her “ha” & “hee”
Question what you can’t see

****

“Your mind sure does
some interesting things”

All the reasons
to believe
he’d never be the one to deceive
were wrapped in a
desperate dream

****

obsolete
woolly eye behind smudged spectacles;
antique copper cookie jar
concrete
hands in the jewel box
preening pearls,
coming up with crumbs

****

the crows,
the electric wires

from this angle,
the whole world was jumping rope

extended car trips,
topsy turvy

I was sick
with emotion

****

I needed a
      split       screen
There was too much of
         her vibrancy
  to pay un      divided
         attention to

****

No silence at the end of winter
Spring is loud
She lets us know she’s here Rambunctious
Precocious
Kicking that cold old man out on his rear

****


Haiku:



Who are you trying
to fool with that superimposed
mask?  I see you

True forms can’t hide from
a wise mind  I can smell wolf
from a mile away

****

We found some treasures
in a forgotten drawer and
got rich off giggling

****

“Spring has sprung, bud,” the
Bumblebee buzzed to his napping
sapling neighbor

****

Windows rattle from
the whipping wind. I hope
nothing comes crashing in.

****

VSS (Very Short Stories):


“Still Warm”
“Still warm.” Her red finger glistened in my flashlight beam.
“That means-” 
“It’s still in here,” she finished.
A low growl hums.
****
“There aren’t that many of them. Those who hate I mean”
“Then why are they all I see?”
“Well do you hate yourself?”
 I shut up because he’s right.
****

“Space”

I hate space between us.
I love our shared sky.

****

Hush.
Hear the moth wings whisper
against the screen.
Remember your old dog
scratching the door?
Your feet are colder
now that he’s gone.

****
My bed ate my whole being.
#6WordExcuse
****
He spots her. Yellow in a sea of green. The cocked head. The smile. He must appear to her as a speck of dirt on a stained glass window. 
****

“Sunlit”

Sunlit sadness each morning casting
sympathetic shadows across your face.

****
Upon hearing the news, I couldn’t keep the chill from my bloodstream. I swaddled myself in Gram’s powwow blanket & cried.
****

They say my uncle
OD’d on a drug called lonesome
because he emailed us before he died
about the moon, blank pages, & his sons

‘I miss y-‘

****
Grey may be in her hair now, but he will forever remember her in her red parka & mittens, chasing flurries in the front yard.
****


Sneak Peek! WIP (Works in Progress):
I’m alive. I inhale that fresh, chlorinated water. The burning air comes next. The adults scold me for scaring the hell out of them.
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The girl didn’t have an impatient bone in her frail body. She never let slip a sigh of frustration toward those who rushed her.
****
She was a pale, freckled feather floating atop a roiling sea.




Note: I’m working on a few pieces that have to do with water, fear of water & stories of water I’m remembering from my childhood. There will definitely be a few poems out of this and a flash fiction piece is in the works too.