#MicropoetryMonday – May 22 – 28, 2017

I take a few nights,
Bask in lunar serenity,
Then return,
Recharged,
Moon kissed,
Luminous,
and sparkle eyed

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Sweet breath of spring
Revives
Decrepit and vulnerable
Seedlings
With a wisp of newness, and perpetual
Growth

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Shaky, treacherous bridges
I tiptoed, slow as a timid turtle
across every one
Your smile
encouraged me onward, blindly,
in faith

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Ghosts of dead writers-
invisible mentors
left clues
in their visions
on manila paper
I decipher
by dawn’s light
I’ve been at this all night

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Blooming lilac marked
the end of the street
The overgrown yard
forced reclusiveness
Earth & floral scents
on post rain strolls

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I love right now
I’m too busy savoring this moment,
living today’s dreams, breathing
in the present
to think about the future

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Vision adjusts
to the dim
blade of moonlight
Furry rabbits
scamper to hide
Our boots
crunch leaves
Our hearts search
with purpose

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Our tired voices
across state lines
We share shade telepathically,
shield eyes from the sun,
Look at the same hawk
in different sepia tones

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Stoke the fire,
compose tales
of undeniable terror
to keep the young ones
tossing & turning
with monsters
in their heads all night

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Entangled in golden
beauty of you
on the pier
Sunset
More majestic
than the lighthouse,
your smile in the dark
leads me home

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Funneled
Swirling

The vortex
is near

Point of
returning

Turning
a corner
a timeline

Crossing
a threshold
a stream

The world
is a drain

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I keep to the cool space
behind the glass,
my breath fogging
from the frigid air,
mindlessly doodling
your name on the window pane

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Faint echoes
of midnight whispers,
senses tense

Tendrils of fear,
smoky fingers
beckoning me from beyond

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Chatoyant iris
darting about

Desultory damsel
damaged, distressed

A token glance, good luck charm
misplaced or repressed

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Equilibrium imbalance
Gram said,
when the moon was out in daytime,
we were standing on our heads
Glass bauble vision
The sky tilts

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Ancient, nasty thoughts
 blossom below

My soil, too tilled,
 barren, a wilted lily

You grew in your garden,
 a perfect bouquet

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I phantom taste autumn
when chills run up and
down my arms Moth
visits, catching my eye
in the corner A night just
like this we bid farewell

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Fading slowly
to steam
on asphalt
after a freak summer shower

Nothing lasts long
when you need
a cool down
once every hour

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Your stories,
succulent offshoots of juicy details,
some bitter, some sweet.

Never gossip,
just main courses,
life’s meat.

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Bliss in a field
of oil painted sunflowers
On my back,
cloud gazing, lazy days
Belly full
of Auntie’s rhubarb pie,
summer haze

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Other worldly encounter
left codes on a crooked spine
Blinded by grace
Born, broken
by a glimpse at a human heart
through alien eyes

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We will complete
our telepathic circle,
my sister

We will find you
in every ether

We will dance in your holy flames
& forgive you…forgive

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Swallowed thorns. They’re tearing me apart.
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Perhaps the memory of winter
burns my skin, fills my veins with acid,
clouds my head
Still I dream of falling snow
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Crush of nostalgia
Every season,
clockwork crusade
Strategically placed reminders
in line of vision,
in printed word,
in song
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No wind or rain
to wash those tears away
So let them fall,
nourish a soul, clear an airway
For when breathing begins again,
you’re reborn
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Falling stars, pink lemonade
Love, teenage wonder,
under magenta skies
Swimming in fountains,
rose petal cheeks,
laughing eyes
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Dirty halos
surround swinging colored lanterns
Storm’s coming,
amber courage swirls in a glass
Dancing winds pick up
embers, & falling ash
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What do I see?
The painful waiting
for light of dusk,
tire tracks embedded in clay,
mothers on the ground, sobbing,
men in dust driving away
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Relics
Codes to crack
Polished bronze chalices
take me back
to the hidden room
where walls whispered
secrets of prosperity,
warnings of doom

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White lace dresses, green sashes
Daisy chains for May Day
Immaculate angels
Traipsing through mud puddles
Much to mom’s dismay

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Still managing
to squeeze some verses
from the diseased marrow
of my ashen bones

I add my breath to the dust pile

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I am weathered and worn
from dry winds

I am sand blown
I am rock, eroded

I billow still, tattered and torn
Desert in my backbone

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Her bitter lips
ran with accusations and rebuke

Her saccharine kisses,
a poor substitute

For the fair love
he once knew

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A melee of staccato tones
drew us closer to the origin/
Our center/Your curious eye/
Vibrant heart/Your mind/
Opened to the sky

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I am one

    painted in the center of a twisted,

leafless forest

        forever lost in your

 tangled reverie

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She loathed the tiger
in the corner

Always waiting
as she rested

in the arms
of a vigorous dreamer

A pouncing nightmare,
poised to attack

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Lace curtain
clouds pirouette,
collide with one another

Dancing
at the window,
a chocolate silhouette

A vision I won’t forget

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There’s a shadow me
Holding my missing pages
Minding the storyline gaps
Plotline twists
Filling the void ending
But she hides

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Summer light
Shades of orange, yellow,
& grey
Depending on time of day

I detest it all
With no apology
I long for the
Nightfall

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Sun catcher casts
a lilac glow
across my face
in the after breakfast light

Baby songbirds harmonize
with the music of my heart

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Dream passage
in a boat of hollow bones
lost in an obsidian ocean

Across astral boundaries
seeing all that is, was,
and will be

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Jasmine, that heady scent,
beautiful double edged sword
Valley night walks, taco truck,
corner store pan dulce
Bee stings,
lonesome summers

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We don’t question
the chairs
around the fire pit
that no one sits in

They’re occupied
by the memory
of our loved ones
in the air

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Downcast sun
Nothing is more beautiful
Than the stacked colors of dusk
Nothing dries tears better
Than a dusty desert wind

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Pinched nerve so I know I’m awake
Thoughts that won’t take a break

Coffee & tastes of other worlds
On the back porch crying, eyes unfurled

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The charming boy returned
to the land of pure light

With a wave, and a quiet
blink of azure eyes

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Climbing those ivory soap towers,
powdered sugar showers,
your pale eyelid flutters,
feel of the fall,
shaky mouth
mutters down

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the sweet synthesis
of almond hazelnut
kisses and the way
the morning light
hits your freckles
is my heavenly delight

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In the remake,
the nightingale’s soft call
will be replaced by the coo
of the snowy owl

You’re better
in the cold grey of winter

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Find me
during the
next eclipse
I’ll be in
the moon’s shadow
A ghost
whispering
universal mysteries
in your ear

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I missed the old lad,
schmaltzed on aged whisky
Telling me stories,
keeping rhythm of the pub jukebox
with his wooden topped cane

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Windy
New Moon bringing changes
Time for a clean slate
Time for renewal
Time…
Everything
in its time
Tonight

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The willows stopped weeping
They danced, welcoming the storm

The fires smoldering,
fizzling in the drizzle

Tears of joy
A summer miracle

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Ice cube cracks,
silver on ceramic scrape,
mindless banter,
you
🌻~
and the daisies
in the centerpiece
tremble like my
nervous, shaking knees

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Our talks have me twisted
Your questions are enigmas,
your answers are riddles

But we’ll navigate
another way out of this maze

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Temptation–
the stars hear confessions
in gasps of icy breath

The moon–
a cold, bitter smirk
piercing the night

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making sweet wishes on dandelions
discarded by another
because no matter how broken,
or battered,
a thing clinging to life has hope

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I cannot see clearly
through summer eyes

Heat haze, blinding sunlight,
days drag on, in a daze

Thermostats lie,
I am cooling

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The poets are napping
Dancing in dreams of verses
Swimming in similes
Making memories
   into metaphors

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Bones melt under electric skin,
a painful mix,
electric fire dance
Every fiber & follicle singed,
uncontrollable inferno
spreads & spreads
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Bitter taste of scorched Americano,
inflicted by lack of focus
This is what happens
when you sail away
under cloak of midnight
Unsure return
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A good journey is bumpy
Rolling hills, soaring heights
The key to enjoying this life
Buckle up, hang on
Not a moment to waste
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Keep the raucous applause
I would rather the silence of the room
when I’m finished 
I would rather the rustling
of beetles in their heads
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Crying into the old creek
It was clear once, pure
The stones on the bottom,
shining and polished
My young face reflected
in a murky grave
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Impatiently waiting for body to mend
Arms twitching,
fingernails clicking w/
insatiable urges
to keep spilling it all out
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Every little bit of me
under your hematite microscope
I trust you to hold my gaze
I love you and your thankful scrutiny
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Retreating to the woodland
hibernation hideout
Gathering fireflies
to light a way in the dark
Shunning the sunburn assault
on brittle skin

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From “Melancholia”

Seasick
from this melancholia,
tumultuous ebb & flow

I shall be carried away
on seagulls’ wings;
I shall bathe in salted tears

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Windows open in the morning
letting traffic in-
Invading dreams
I awake,
phantom smelling the flowers
that once lined the sill
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New moon nights
Becoming clam-like,
keeping all of my pearls inside
To be shared at another time
when I am untangled
and unshelled
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This is the second spring
I’ve (consciously) cried
for the salmon,
the northern deer,
forgotten buffalo,
& all that life water
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I have to let my shadow soul
come up for air
Life’s chokehold
loosens its grip
now and then
when the stars
align with menace
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Some
will never know
what it’s like
when the tears stop
on their own
or the beauty of
hidden light
in a rarely seen smile

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I woke up in an earthquake

Aftershocks of decadent dreams

I take deep breaths of gratitude

The air is still clear

Still

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I couldn’t wait
to be moved by inspiration.

I just ran wild,
my words in the driver’s seat.

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His message written on the window
was what got her out of bed

Spelled out in electric tape,
“You Are Beautiful” is what it said

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Grappling with righteousness
Flirting with darkness & sin

This is a lone battle
Often fought within

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On rocky ledges
I’m reminded
of 4th of July weekend,
firework tempers,
falling into sunsets
& how I’m here
shedding my skin again

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Dry, sand-caked summer lips
I’d kiss them still
I’d put on extra green apple chapstick
& share that fruity moisture with you

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Old man feels brittle
Music keeps him hanging on, strong
He cradles his guitar,
polished, pristine
when too tired to play on

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These eyes
shouldn’t have seen so much
These ears
shouldn’t still hear
Screams from decades ago
or be reminded of every awful thing
everyday

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colorful swirls of always
blend together when our
heart auras become one

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I missed you before you left
Distance measured in oceans
  as we sat side by side
Remember?
Or was I gone from your mind too?

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The ringing of the bell
A faint tinkling down the hall
We hear it now
When all is quiet
Even though you’ve been dead for years

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Lightheaded
I collapse
Into grey vertigo
Pulsing with violet lights
Sometimes explosions
Sometimes bliss
Dizzy electric dance

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I take each day
one hour at a time

Sometimes,
minutes feel like milestones

Moment to moment,
I ramble along

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Under trees,
you & I spoke of dreams
Florida sea breeze in your hair,
hot sun
splashing you with patterns
of shadow and light

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Photographic memory
The blessing and curse of my life
Winter’s last rose wilted
The jewel lost her shine
And I can’t forget

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The matter
is in my own hands
A transfusion
slipping through
My shaking fingers
can’t grasp your fluidity
Or any of your other
changing states

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I look around
and at you especially
  and know with
all that I am
  that I’m perfectly happy
with this earthly eternity
with you

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Her countenance
carried a likeness
in certain light

The fluorescents
on her frizzy hair,
silver like my mother’s

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Anytime
the beast inside
decides
to warp my view

I have no choice
but to silence my voice
and surrender to
a world askew

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His wild side
Fuzzy haloed beach moon
He’s screaming his anger
About a Lou Reed song
I try to circle back to Journey
He just howls

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broken but not
irreparable

familial bonds

when blood means nothing
until it’s spilled

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Wanderer, I took the dust
from your torn coat,
Turned it into gold

You became precious
My prized apprentice
I, your alchemist

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The story of summer rain
brought tears to my eyes

All is
f
  a
     l
      I
        i
        n
        g
from the same sky

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Nightmares of falling
right before waking
where it seems like the end
Then the floor drops out
from under your feet
upon waking
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Hyper experience-
gritty banana bread,
savoring every morsel
on a parched tongue
A dash of humidity-
I taste
sandpaper on tired bones 
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The chapel simulated
a marble tomb
Your hideout, my secrets
whispered in candle flickers
Outside, hum of the wasp
in the white rose bush
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Parting the pathways
feeling like an intruder
a scab
One less human
one less me
An eliminated threat
from the atmosphere
Cracks & scars
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I saw the puppets
& thought
how sad
that we hate ourselves
so much
we long
to be
anything else
Another skin
species
Just another way to feel
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I read those poets unafraid of
the sight of their own blood
Reflections, aging maybe,
not fearing their own nonsense
I’m ashamed that I do
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Cold feet make me think of the beach
Toasty warm sand
I remember the glitters
On turquoise waves
They weren’t always
so blinding & painful
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Awake
A place so lush
the waterfall hardly seems necessary
Trickling tears of happiness
A peaceful setting
A quaint greeting
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Classic film binge
Recurring trope
Man
stabbing his reflection
Man
blaming leading ladies
for all his problems
Man, things haven’t changed
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Taking
from the pictures
Creating
false memories
(It’s no one’s fault,
the stories were forced
to twist themselves)
Surviving
the traumas
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Take me to the fields,
Elysian
Even if only a view
from that window
That rustic room
in the mountains
We talked about
last summer
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Swear to find
the most succulent
of the pomegranates.
Choke on
bitter seeds when
you are wrong.
So very wrong.
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I’d ask him
about roads to take
& down which one he was headed
He said
“Hell is what
you make of
a never ending
quest for Heaven”
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Walks home with you
Virtuous musings,
your saintly attitude
What signs of deceit
in the crosswalks
did I miss?
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Fingerprints on water
I know what
connects us–
The intangible
The spaces in between
the visuals
that we feel
in ocean waves
on bare skin
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You’ll never know
how much your hand
in mine was needed
during that run for my
life down memory lane
Nostalgia can be a
dangerous road alone
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Blessed to experience
the magic of a flat rock
on a still pond. How water
can heal. How a sunset
forces you to listen to
songs of the woods.
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Living fully
Some concept
some people know
But the ones who can’t
look at their own faces
without feeling it’s wrong
We live just enough
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The joy of summer
is that if one is patient enough,
gets lost in enough books,
& always refills the ice trays,
it’ll fly on by
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Free minutes were costly
Harried woman, please stop
Breathe
Be rewarded with a rare glimpse
of secrets behind tiny, bright eyes
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We grew in shadows
of collected ideas
we’d never live up to
But, live it up, always
Kicking up our damaged heels
That we could do
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Haiku:



Not a tear was shed
at the promise to the end
of all suffering

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Pretty pictures tell
our stories in case we grow
too old and forget
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I’m thinking it’s time
but the clock is a liar
I just want to go
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Cringing at the news
Especially the weather
report   Damn summer 
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VSS (Very Short Stories):



I took a photograph with my mind, savoring this moment to the time capsule of my memory. I prayed it never be forgotten.
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“Awe”
Growing up is fine, just
please don’t lose the awe.
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We’d wait out rain, popping bubble gum, under makeshift tarp.
She’d glare up with hawk eyes, commanding grey skies to part.
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“Porch”
I listened to many lifetimes
on that porch in Detroit.
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WIP (Works in Progress):



“It’s alright-” she says, my hand trembling in hers.
“-if you just keep breathing through it.”
I succumb to the blackbirds’ horrid pecking.
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“The stuff I’m made of depends on the day. Stick around long enough and maybe I’ll show you.”
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“What a crock of-“
“Beans!” Cindy interrupted, dragging me out of the room. “In the crock pot. He’s right! We’ll go check them”
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“Picking favorites isn’t my style.” He grinned and I hung my head. “Oh, come on! I brought you here, didn’t I?” He had a point.
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I loved all that blue. In your eyes, that stupid shirt, the ocean, and the sky right before the first star peeked its face out.
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I said nothing. Why would it matter that my hand was always on my phone ready to dial her every single time she called?
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Poetry – "Fair Freedom"


Fair Freedom
by Jennifer Patino

“The real loneliness
is living among all these
kind people who only ask
one to pretend!” – Edith Wharton

Arrangements,
to the nines we are decked,
on display
Reputations
proceed, the prancing
young ponies,
unbridled,
their tails braided tight
Innocence,
an age we are coming to
At this age,
what are we coming to?
Considerations,
fashionable, respectable
independence, or are
rare pairings the better instance?
Unlabeled,
unlawful, scandalous affairs run wild
til they are reined in, tamed
Placements,
in pretty rows, unashamed
in peonies, lilies of the valley,
yellow rose petals at play

Author’s Note- Inspired by Edith Wharton’s “Age of Innocence”



Echoic Blog Feature

Hi Everyone! I’m featured on the Echoic Blog again. I hope you enjoy my poem, “Big City”. I wrote this many years ago when I thought I could handle the hustle and bustle of a big city. I eventually made my way to Los Angeles and realized I want the quiet! I’ll get back to the woods eventually. 😀 For now I’m just ‘Self-Loathing in Las Vegas’ (JK) which is still a pretty big city but doesn’t seem as cramped as LA was. Enjoy!









#MicropoetryMonday – May 15 – 21, 2017

Burst of light
 a warning

It was too late
 comets crashed

The floor moves closer
  swallows me

I believe
  I’ll sink through

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Chilling ice blue
I still melted your glare

Too hot in the kitchen
Too cold the tense air

In a blink, you’re subdued
Jagged edged stare

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Long before I knew you
I often dreamt of your
 healing touch
I wake to your arms
 around me now
My darling, I love you so much

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Mountain winds
let me breathe

The hollow tinkling
of neighborhood
wind chimes
let me hold
on to cool weather a little longer

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She’s never more pretty to me
than in floral prints,
swinging in the sunshine,
smiling gaily
The spring in her step is enchanting

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Looking out at the old empty
Former cornfield
Spring haze
A desolate gap in the throat
Soothed by the splash of the fish jumping

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The melted message
on the paper heart
could still be read
with her fingertips
She felt his soul
in every word
floating down the page

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Take my heart
for strength,
replace my blood with fire
Your sweet breath
will fan my flames
and we’ll burn the world together

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In your arms
on stormy nights
under the moon
with her
undaunted eye
is total
and complete
serenity
Eclipsed safety
You and I

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Hummingbirds
Mint & silver
Gentle bullets
or minicopters
buzzing by
after sunrise
Quick company
They pass as quickly
as my fleeting thoughts

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Humid waves
rise above the horizon

Those dry mountains
They’re keeping my rain clouds away

Earthen bowl barricade,
unmoved

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Crooked smile,
Irresistible

Bashful,
Unsure

When it’s sent my way,
I’m aflutter

All due to
that little half contour

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Tattered novels
in back pockets
dashing
from one
accomplishment
to the next defeat,
scholarly boys,
coal rimmed eyes,
oblivious to daylight

****

Overloaded
Keep exhausted eyes on a page
Keep momentum
Keep a starlit idea
Inside a tousled head
While all the buzzing bees stray

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Sacred sisters

Reflections
in stained glass

Heavy laden with past sins
Warm faces by flickering prayer candles
Forgiveness embodied

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I picture you
sparkling with sapphire
The moon glints
off your zesty smile
Space case, oddity
leading me to my true home
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Life sails me
through the calm waters,
the choppy waves,
the vicious gales
and I am tied
to the mast
laughing maniacally
****
I wait
til after the skyfall
for the dance of words
to begin
Clear space
in my mind
to tangle & torment
fluid lines,
jagged edge
****
Rose petal tongue
Pure earth taste
Fruits of the land
Sunshine freckles
 on a gap toothed face
Golden barley waves
Amber rain
 out of place
****
Peering through the jelly
Brackish pond water
Sting of surprise
The frigid ice
Submersion
The night thick
Concealing
Cries for help
****
When harshness
of breathing
is too much,
the air softens
with a single touch
from your calming quiet reserve
More than I deserve
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Secrets in diaries
Hidden skeleton keys
Enter the realm
of diabolical schemes
Twists and turns
Plots tangled in strings
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Nature’s tantrum
Indecisive
The wind crashes in on itself
Here we are
Caught up in her pressures
Rolling with her
Waiting out the storms
****
No clear resolution
to find the path
to the final awakening
I tuned out voices
in transition
Focused on the silence
of departure
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Wood nymph, dancing fae
Adorning violet crown
Dress of buttercups
Golden spring roses
Garden scents surrounding her
Flower jubilee

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Photosensitive
Sun sparkles
give growth & warmth
to the world
It burns me
My eyes
My skin
I rely on the night
to keep me safe

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I work up the nerve
to share
with the void

Then grow
worried & anxious
when the void answers back

Media is great
The social part is crushing

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Burning away
Midnight oil
Spilling trinkets upon pages
Precious gems
Ancient parchment
Buried under dross
Smoke clears
Unwritten

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Hibiscus and pomegranate
Bitter sweetness
Floral fringes, her lips
Marooned on her island
Her burgundy hair kisses ocean waves
Crimson moon

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Monarch takeoff
Royal butterflies
Gathering beauty
Flight of fancy
Orange golden cloud
Spring green meadow
On a glittering journey

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I miss dancing in puddles
Outrunning lightning bolts
Crashing thunder, so powerful
Our wet hands clasped
Our shrieks of delight

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You
My beautiful anomaly

Thought experiments
We hypothesize our unhappy ending

Still
We dissolve like molecules

Into each other
Again

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Snapshots dangling
from clothesline

Sunshine squints
sprinkled about the room

We’ve grown apart
but these reminders remain

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The science of our subtle hints,
our undeniable chemistry

Laws of physics, magnetic forces
draw you closer and closer to me

****

Porcelain snow
Wolf howls ring out
Stars blink signs
Birches hear the wind whimpers
Owl sings as we snuggle close
What’s to come?

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The energy in the air
Mass confusion
Unsteady
Heady
Eyes in the clouds
Stay ready
One jolt, one bolt
It’s all I need
A jumpstart
To my heart

****

Cut the power
given to distractions
Muses screaming
all around
In other words,
literally,
spoken in others’ words
I can’t hear myself think

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Summer breeze–
A safe haven

Under trees,
the laser beams of midday rays

Breaking through the shade
–carries my blues away

****

Set myself, as to not forget
myself
Automated message, my own voice
sounds alien
Note to myself: return to sender
Let the rest go

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Only the moon,
reflected in the dark mirror surface
of the murky lake,
knows what lies beneath
Still, the sign says ‘Safe to Swim’

****

Though these
out of season
chilly winds blow
we’ll be each other’s anchor
Hold tight
Don’t let go
so we won’t get swept away

****

The throaty night frog
becomes a cool crooner
when the summertime symphony
of the night strikes up again

****

Desperate temptation
to pack it in, give it up,
hop that boat to eternity

I forget my plan
when I see you smile
like that at me

****

Wonderstruck
standing in that muddy rust driveway

I said goodbye, hugged you

Flew
like the geese over the port

Leaving home, tough to do

****
With fading energy,
every ounce used
rising up
out of shallow sadness,
ancestors’ songs call & I wake
dancing the blues away
****
Amethyst aura
around that angel
She sings me to sleep
as the glow flows over
Gather those clouds around me
so she can rest her head too
****
Never forgotten,
your words,
your beautiful smile
Your light touched me,
touched everyone
The brightest diamond in the sky
**
Clouds would part & there you’d be
Your words brought smiles
to darkest days
Rest now
Float on pools of lambent light

***

Summer is bleak for me
but your words of positivity
still get me by
I miss you friend
Even if I see you
in the twilight sky

In Memory of Christy, @DusklightMemory RIP


****


There had to have been
a moment, a whole day even,
at some point in my life
where I didn’t come across
a hateful thing
I just can’t
remember
****

Bunkered down
Blackout shades
Oven burns on a fair face
Too close is comfort
Comfort is not close enough
To see whats coming
Out of the dark

****

Growing in numbers
full speed ahead
Aging process,
the wise slow down
Plant seeds,
& spend your days
watching the sprouts blossom

****

Weeds in others’ paths
or gardens
get a chance to
start anew
We were taught medicine ways
The purpose of all parts of creation

****
Art by Carine Bouvard

Clouds would part & there you’d be
Your words brought smiles
to darkest days
Rest now
Float on pools of lambent light

****
With steady hands
you caress my cares away
Kisses put my thoughts
to bed for another day
Whisper my name
Our roaring hearts aflame
****
Popularity
in the old neighborhood
was measured in trade
Baseball cards
in my bike spokes
so they’d always know
I was coming
****
A midnight chandelier
above grandma’s kitchen table
It was a sign for the lost
& the pained
that someone kept a light on for them
****
Blackbirds
Golden worms
Carved out the canyon
The boulders- dark, threatening
Water’s rising
You’re trapped
But I’ll run miles to rescue you
****
Slice of life, cut open
Exposed to those who
still stand there
when you gain consciousness,
unjudging
of your sacred hidden scars
****
Wailing winds of sorrow
from throats of the women
who grieve for the land,
for the children, for the burden
on their backs
****
Suspicious surfaces
One can only skate on
thin ice for so long
Eggshell exterior
We tiptoe around
your broken glass,
too shattered
to notice

****

Sudden squall
Our song playing
on the radio
kept us in the car
Windows fogging
For way too long
So we ended
up saying
all we shouldn’t have

****

At least we’ll run together,
in circles,
until we find another way

Out of synch,
never far from touching,
cycling side by side

****
More
The wall,
inked with
faded declarations
of young love

He was chipped paint
under my peeling wallpaper
and now it’s all
crumbling down

****

Take a deep breath
Inspiration
Flute echoes off the canyons
Hopeful notes
Reminders of creation song
 & miles walked in Mother Earth’s honor

****

The past burrows under pine needles
An unexpected light
shined it out of hiding to be faced
& battled against
til shackled feet move forward

****

Heat blurred vision
Counting steps to hear a voice
Heartbeat keeps track

Of which howls are winds,
Wild animals
Or what you’re running from

****

Sleep to escape
chronic pain,
overactive brain

Popping pills
for aching, popping joints,

Not my cup of tea but I envy it*

(* Can be read backwards and forwards)


****

Equal isn’t something
I’m familiar with
Less than (human),
not even (human)?
That’s just how we’re treated
Still, we’re undefeated

****

The idea of a summer night rain,
soothing,
cleansing

I’ll have to settle
for pre recorded sounds of it
when the sky is clear

****

He said,
“Follow the flowers,
strong hearts”
Wild violets
Footsteps, earth rhythm beat
Hum of life flow
A journey home complete

****

All your leather bound secrets
Journals you kept
We read them by candlelight
& quietly wept
You wrote it all
So we’d never forget

****

Cascading starlight
We lost track of how many
   meteors, surprise kisses
Who’s counting?
Even the sky
celebrates our love

****

Itchy sun
lets me
say goodbye
to the cool days,
darting behind
a cloud

I forgive you
It’s not
your fault
this body
rejects
your brightness

****

Transfigured trinket

Copper locket
rubbed for luck,

For connected,
dangling memories
from the family tree;
We feel you

****

More
One wish
for a ripple
in time
to erase
heartless
things I said
I don’t know
what tomorrow holds
but at least it’s not today

****

Thrill of the open road
Wind in your hair
No destination

It’s never too late
to take that long drive
or take a leap with no net

****

Genesee weekends
Summer plums, apricot nectar
Water fights
Hide n Seek at night
Scraped knees from climbing oak trees
Cousins, best friends

****
The city blinks its codes to us
from the valley down below

Obsidian clouds on an emerald night
whisper messages only we know

****

I love the silhouettes
against
the burnt orange grunge
of a downtown skyline

Shadow sentinels
stand guard,
sheltering us
from the elements

****

Sifting through the torn shreds
of my thoughts not uttered
I’m forever behind

Worn, weathered shutters
Boiling over in truth

****

intensity
shines
behind
thick mascara
your
jasper stone eyes
call every lie
right to my tongue
& I tell you
all you want to hear
out of fear

****

Leaky faucet quiet
No one is home
Cuckoo clock shrieks
Evil comes when you’re alone
Candelabra from flicker to flame
Ghostly game

****

I don’t even like this song
It has hooks in me
Just like your memory
& your brother
still sings it
on repeat
when he’s had
too much
to drink

****

Twinkling opening harpsichord notes
Suddenly, I’m focused
On you, the dance steps, on you,
On the sun highlighting your dimple

****

Thank you, scarlet haired siren
Your lyrics speak directly to me,
Pushing my soul to hang on

****

Can’t I just float
in the shining pool
where you threw
all your moldy pennies
and be all the wishes
you ever asked for?

****

Joy
in the snowflakes
Natural
in my element
Snow banks
icicles
My dreams
don’t let me forget these things
So I
sleep all summer

****

Polaroid picture view
Mist, my favorite filter
It’s real,
this emptiness in my stomach
It’s not all in my head,
this ache for the road home

****

My eyes, viscous jelly
Blurry surroundings
All I see is muddy, wrong

Tide is rising, quickly
All is blue, all is swell
Overtaken, celestial

****

The rain took what happened,
all you didn’t say
& washed it away
You’re in every drain now
I hear you struggle for air
Gasping in all unsaid

****

Cracked knuckles, dry & bleeding
I won’t blame you, shame you
I’ll just beg you to find me
I’ll be the light in the darkness

****

Haiku:



Laughter over coffee
on your foggy morning porch
My soul’s delight

****

My roots may be gnarled
Ancient, deep, thick, brittle, tired
But I’m still standing

****
There’s no recovery
from tasting one dose of
your opium lips

****
With this blank canvas,
I thee wed;   The artist vowed
to paint me pretty
****

VSS (Very Short Stories):



My grandpa
filled grandma’s garden
with little wooden
capricious whimsies
he made from his
own leathery hands.

****

“Oxygen”

Remember life. Keep hanging on
until all oxygen is restored.

****

I never craved the notion of a precise life.
I prefer to be surprised by its bends and curves.
I swim about precariously.
****
We waltzed into your circus, tore you down as ringleader, and fed you to the lions to restore the whimsical menagerie we once knew.
****

My tools become too heavy.
My thoughts, a burden.
Change of scenery, gulp of night air,
a perfect response to a confrontation years ago.
****
The mirror was cursed, or enchanted depending on what you saw reflected. I gazed upon my soul in the glass & never saw a thing more hideous.
****

“Art”
Twilight over the still lake.
My favorite work of art.
****
“Obscure”

Joel would only converse using
obscure 1970s horror film references.

****
“Transparent Vessels”
I landed with a sickening thud, smack in the middle of the dank pit.
Slimy creatures gurgled within their transparent vessels.
****
Infestation occurs, and the bugs travel slowly through the bloodstream.
Over time, their bodies become caricatures of who they once were.
****

“Above”

Pigeons peer from up above
catching my curious, wandering eye.

****
I saw the sunrise the way you would, electric and vibrant.
Your hand patting my head was felt on the morning breeze.

****

“Kisses”

No sleep allowed until we’re
wrapped in cuddles and kisses.

****

WIP (Works in Progress):


“That was weird.”
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” he smirked, opening the double doors,
and leading me into a manic, day glo universe.
****
“I did grab the map. It was just the wrong one. Don’t look at me like that! It’s your fault for wearing that and distracting me!”
****

#MicropoetryMonday – May 8 – 14, 2017

Star bright & flashing
Trails of sparklers dancing
Losing ourselves to the beat,
to the revolving floor
Young & free
Forevermore

****

Cherry skies
at sunset

Wrapped in table cloths,
putting the great feast away

A reunion of umbrellas
and quickening winds

****

Treating sadness like a newborn
Delicate china and lace
Fragile, cautious fingers

Hold on to surfaces of marble walls
Steady birth, depart

****

Night is dead
  downward
spiral    Who
      but day
  could stop a
shockwave or a
perfect ending to a
delicate so-called life?

****

Two squirrel muses
I was six & learned what poetry is

To become poetry
Well, that took years of chasing the wind

****

Summer is teasing my psyche
I know its worst is yet to come
Chill at night
Warmth of the sun
Threat of heat lightning striking

****

Sunburst
Choking on dry heat
Cool breeze, gentle
Rustling palm trees
Bound by the season
Triple digit temps loom with ferocity

****

Bridal skeletons
She said they chase her in dreams
I asked about her cold feet
She said he was a blanket
Warming her
A death of old
Foretold

****

Tangled hues of red, invisible now,
but I once bled
Mother, with your painted skin
I hear your call within
I lost you
to wild blue

****

sand mottled with spittle
drawn lines with sticks
crossing into territories
that belong to no one
yet guarded by snarling dogs

****

Pale morning
Sheets of rain
Coffee steam
A snuggle
Talk of dreams
Crossword puzzle
Laughter triumphing
 over our life of struggle

****

No mood for magic
Things got too serious

Gotta laugh
Gotta drift away
Gotta find beauty in reality

I can talk real with you
It’s wondrous

****

In the face of the raven
Drop the demure draping of constraint
Be bold
Free
Shed your old life
Watch it fade
Evanescent memory

****

Too familiar,
gathering round the
Virgin Mary statue,
placing shoddy dandelion chain
upon her chipped head
The blushes have bloomed

****

Stern-eyed solivagant
held a universe
in weathered hands
Sleepless nights,
we’d listen to his stories
of adventure & distant lands

****

Pearls and peonies
Princess pink
A garland canopied promenade
Petals pressed into her summer dress
Picking poppies placidly

****

Let’s escape
this place

Sunshine
on your face

Run away
to Paradise

Swim in oceans
of each other’s eyes

****

Wrap your love
around a little
pinky finger
Promises of cotton candy
An ear that hears every word
A heart that never closes off

****

Walking and lying
at the same time
proves hard for
the stuttering
old geezer
Microphone
intimidation
in front of
the entire
nation
****
I read the page
with words
that smelled
like blood, tears, fears
They bled into the
love verses
Pumped them
full of life
& curses
****
Perspective widens with age
Wisdom looks back
further,
limitless,
undefined
Do you recall your genesis?
They say we won’t remember death either
****
Stone throwing
Lake Huron
Looking up at
Bridges
He says
To build bridges
We must
Start listening
Gull cries
Litter glitters
In the
Pink sun
****
Collecting buttons
from rock shows
to decorate our
messenger bags
Our scene was mild;
scarves in summer,
striped stockings,
teal eyeshadow
****
The crow twitched–
Impulsive rhythm!
Hit window pane
like my lover
No rest for the insane
The dead cry to me
Over and over
****
Potato cakes sizzle
Melt
the brain away
Compact
the crannies
Cooking can heal
Or
Distract the focus
from the TV screens
replayed doom cycle
****
Thick green elixir
Numb potion
Perfectly measured
This desert
Air
Smell of rain
Clouds tease the terrain
I drink it down
The algae
The ocean
****
Off kilter
is a redundancy
All feels clammy
to the hands
that aren’t sure
if they exist
or not
Bone fragments
Expressive gestures
Nerve burn
****
He captured waves
of all variety
Light, sound, sea, barley grain
They hung from the ceiling
by bread ties, in stereo,
white noise
****
Flower shower
Bloomed out of nowhere
Magenta petals from Heaven
   floating down to my open hand
Scented rain
Bittersweet
****
Curtains part
revealing a connection between
the light and dark
battle your DNA
keeps fighting
Without you
to close the blinds
****
My jewel box;
delicate figurine
petrified in arabesque pose
spins on a rusted spring
after all these years
to Fur Elise
****
I didn’t track growth
I let the inner evolution
just happen
right under my nose
Stained glass pieces
reattached themselves
****
Once azure, smooth stones, sting rays
Now slime green, kelp bundles, carcasses
Tears in the ocean,
trying to save precious life
****
I didn’t want to hold
a hand that pulled away
I called your shadow a liar because you’d never face your darkness
So you’d never know
****

Lost to lonely depths
of self loathing
Dropping lines, hints
Clumsy, dropping everything
Determined, pick up pieces
Found again
****
There are no clocks here
We give time no power
It goes on, looping
It stays the same
It never grows
We just fill it
Hope to pass it
****
A poet’s canvas
Loose leaf paper
Grey, aged
College ruled, unlike me
I sacrificed so much of myself
on my own to learn for free
****
An unyielding thirst for life
kept most of us going
But my cousin fell like rose petals
& wind carried her
when her well ran dry
****
Minutes before your return,
I can’t sit still
Excitement upon seeing you,
I feel it still
Always,
your open arms welcome me
****
Broken mornings
are to be expected
during full moon days
The summer swell
It’s what we call it
Thick desert air
It feels like hell
****
French roast
Sweet nectar
My fingers run on a cup & a half
Unstoppable thoughts
Runaway lines
My notebook fills
Never enough
****
Teeth chattering
Silver spotlight in the sky
Things are hanging from a bridge
I see with my one good eye
The saltwater laps my face
****
Mistresses of the moonlight
Glamour, splendor, fame
Midnight maidens
Wild, chaotic, untamed
Merry misses
Free, undefined, unnamed
****
The taking
of body and soul
So sudden
  There was no birdsong that cerulean
   morning
   There was a smoking grey treeline
****

Friends
who danced on edges
disappeared
I can’t forget them
Songs play that feel like
a letter they wrote me from the dark
****
I’m crying
for home
& you’re
cutting little squares
on the rug
Can’t you see we’re the same?
Hyper focused
But in different lands
****
Summer rain,
where are you hiding?
You once soothed my aching skin,
fell in cleansing sheets,
kissed by distant lips
Come again
****
I was told the most beautiful lie:
I could not have faith
in my madness
They were wrong
The pain cycle repeats
& repeats & repeats
****
Tapping on this empty page
trying to make my pen a wand
Make some magic,
take some deep breaths
Creating is often
such sweet sorrow
****
Change the tune
to something more–
calming
The sound of shattering glass
Trickling rain from gutters only makes one think of home
****
He could hear the old man’s
deep, dark thoughts keeping him awake
He had nothing to soothe him with
No wisdom on his young tongue
****
The moon-
A full flower
Hoping to give lunar power
To wilted ivory lilies
On a lonesome windowsill-
Bending shadow to her will
****
I keep it cold & dark in my abode
refusing to let go of the ghost of Winter
Long days torment
I wait for the chill of the moon
****
Nothing is impossible,
I’ve always said
I recall accusations of paranoia
and/or
delusional thinking
I won’t say I told you so
****

A thirst for truth
can leave you
desert dry
or choking,
near death,
on tears
of ancestors
Still we search
for a place
to belong
****
Eyes filled with haze
& debris of destruction
That’s all there is to see
Coffee grounds like coal,
browned petals of last week’s flowers
****
Beads of sweat
line guilty or innocent brows
No one knows truth
Just the familiar faces
poised
for the next round of questioning
****
Cleared throat
Eyes dart anywhere
Except into other eyes
Clank of beer bottle
Unmistakable sound of someone going too fast over a speed bump

****

Brisk voice,
flick of Bic,
getting down
to business

You’re a wall
covered in vines
& I have to
keep falling

to try & reach you

****

We’ll meet again
on the Autumn shore

You’ll find me eventually
I’ll be the lost girl

Tossing wishing stones
into the soulful sea

****

Gram wrapped me in cashmere petals
Her Elvis blanket felt like that
on a long night
waiting for good news,
bad news,
any news

****

Leaves rustle
whispering the exact location
your favorite ghosts are buried
You planted trust on bad soil
Choking weeds
Cover

****

Sinkhole feelings
in the pits of
stomachs
filled to the brim
with consumption

Purged minds
Rise

Honor your hunger,
your passion

Create

****

The fool picks his poison
but he doesn’t see
the death parody

How funny
is she for spiking both glasses
with nightshade berry?

****

Start the day
And blink tears away
Destroyed dreams
Never had a chance
Early morning
Summer days, waking in infinite
Sadness

****

The strength of the supposed tragic title
begged the wandering eye
to open its withered pages,
step off of its edge,
and try not to blink.

****

Dazzling displays on parade
   entice us
Glittering mermaids on a dance floor

Sea of white
Those waves erase us
Make us feel drowned, dirty

****

The twinkling
& tinkling
of the beaded curtain

Separating genius
from ranting madman,
or did it?

Cellophane
We could see
right through him

****

Outside the box
is just as scary
as the inside
if a society
is still doing
all they can to
silence, erase,
or kill you

****

Hi world,
I’m going to try
to stop fearing you so much

I’m writing a similar letter
to my little voice
who whispers to me

It’s ok to speak

****

Lives lost to restore a timeless decay of
their idea of innocence

I don’t understand their ways
I don’t understand what they say

****

Stop the damage
from spreading
by drawing your own lines
between too much,
or not enough

We’ll end this
A controlled burn

****

Simple scenes
transformed into glorious color

There’s no limit
to my painter’s imagination
when he’s left alone for awhile

****
My first taste of Oz
was in my head
formed of a black & white page

The movie changed all that
& at any age,
still chaos in color

****

Keeping to the dark, he ran
Night watcher, owl clan
He said he used to lie with snakes,
refusing to succumb
to the
blinding sun

****

I’ll reach for the outstretched hands
of young ones
when their mothers & fathers are gone

It’s what’s done
It’s how we move on

****

Moth wings flutter
a little web of light
against the single bulb
in the corner
of the porch
she left on in case
he came back home

****

Wistful thoughts
of wishful hopes

she never could
let go of

Keeping them close
was something to hold

****
Guardians of portals
Winged clocks, whirring cogs
Ethereal machines
Ticking time bombs
Angels of Time
Eternity unbound
****
Carnation crushed
under dusty heel
They paired you up,
pressed petals
You made sure
the twilight
matched the shade
of her eyes
****
What’s happening
is a battle
of cracking limbs
& joints
A mind
richocheting
with everything
straining
to stay inside
& fighting
to burst free
****
Preference:
Making an entrance
to hushed tones
rather than praise chorus,
thunder of applause,
lightning storm
of cameras
****
Breathe in deeply
Inhale the forbidden
Like bouquets of roses
Fresh air, or toxic smoke
Hide your hands in the dark
Be blind to temptation
****
Tear stains on a family photograph
Taste of cherry pie in summer
Fishfly crunch underfoot, I trek to you
Keep me going, relatives
****
Bent
Broken
My body contorted to all kinds of wills
None my own
Bound in shame
I fight to stand
They offer loaded hands
I refuse
****
His life was rife
with right bloody tabloid strife
He took cobbled alleyways home
to avoid gawking townsfolk
and especially his wife
****
You gave me
me
to rescue me
I am a gift,
you
say, from the
gift that you
are
to me
Nurturer,
caretaker, life giver,
Mom
****
Heat haunts
I do this run
every season
Seek out
that shade shelter
Lemon water
Leafy greens
Sleep at sun’s peak
Wake for cool night
****
Crumbling like a shack
So powerless, the mighty house
Soot smoke for miles
Blazes in saucer eyes
Relief fell from the skies
****
Super beings
They sit upon glow clouds
They just enjoy their view
Lowly humans
We can’t reach that high
We die trying to
****
Hushed voices
scare me more
than loud shouts
that come about
from anger
Whispered threats
in ears
that no one else hears,
always more severe
****
Magic man
He had a habit
of performing
Mystifying acts
of disappearance
right when we needed him most
****
Mama’s behind that curtain,
but not really
She’s in the look
on my brother’s face
or in the breeze finally
Acid tears burn my eyes
****
Pencil in
Impromptu block party
Motown sound breakaway
The week’s leftovers hors d’oeuvres
Celebrate
Unexpected soiree by moonfall
****
Even bad days have their own raw beauty
Pretending is tiring
Fighting against the aches
Better to surrender to innate pain
****
I couldn’t see
the grey yarn words
unraveled before me
All was transparent
I was transparent
I dissipated into
all that nothingness
around me
****
Today I realized nothing ever changes
Chances are, nothing ever will
The deep breath after the hang up
It’s difficult
I’m exhausted of you
****

Haiku:


Those special moments
in an ordinary day,
more precious than gold
****

Screaming the truth ’til
our voices are raw, bleeding
No one wants to hear
****
Queen of angels
cocooned in gossamer robes.
Vision. Apparition.

****
VSS (Very Short Stories):



Growing darkness.
Make no sound when you breathe or he’ll find you.
Make no movement as he inches by, dragging a rusted scythe.
****

Some albums take me right back.
$1 beer night. Live show of the only band my sister & I’s tastes shared.
Cartoon projections as they played.
****
“Amuse”
Funny. His bad joke was
the amuse-bouche of his humor. 
****

Branches reached for the clouded sky like scattered limbs.
I shuddered when I realized that’s exactly what we were looking for.
****
“Run”
Run past the warning.
Face the beasts upstairs.
Head start.
****
I arrive at a fork in the wood.
Owl calls. I’ve been waiting to hear her sign.
I continue on in the darkness, toward home.
****
She solved the problem of loss of sleep during childhood from fear of the monster under the bed by never having an under the bed again.
****

WIP (Works in Progress):



Summer meant roaming free & Mom in a better mood.
Nothing could bring him down over vacation, especially if there was baseball.
****

“You’ll do fine. Just gotta respect the hierarchy.”
“Wha-?” I gulped.
“Hey! Back off the new guy, James!” Mary-Ellen yelled.
****

#MicropoetryMonday – May 1 – 7, 2017

I hope you enjoy all of the poems from last week! Be sure to check out my other blog posts from last week to read the longer poems that have been selected to be featured in Echoic Magazine and Helen Magazine. 

I’m working on some submissions this week and since my energy levels have taken a drastic nosedive, I’ll be spending a lot of time reading. I have a Nikki Giovanni poetry book I’m excited to delve into. 

Have a good one, everyone!






Solitude
An affordable comfort
Alone
I can hear you
By myself
I can breathe you in
Quiet heart and mind
Making room to let you in

****

Kiss me under Venus
but only at dawn if it’s
the last time

I don’t want a sleepless night
under twinkling reminders
again

****

She wasn’t rattled
by tubes,
monitors blaring
like a countdown
or early smell
of formaldehyde
Just by grey eyes
like wool blankets

****

We follow a path of wild strawberries
to a hidden cove by the creek,
Spend the afternoon falling into
an endless love so sweet

****

Round the May pole
the fae frolic
for this is a joyous day
The sun, the rose, the dragonflies
all join in the fray
Spring play

****

Cornflower canvas,
a vast sky
to paint plans on
Believing
I can
keep the
rain clouds
at bay
with brushstrokes
is a trick
I fall for
every time

****

Diamonds on horizons

Squinting in the presence
of shimmering angels

Dancing along the
Gulf coast    You said
your sunrises were immaculate

****

Mystifying
The battle for daylight
The sun & the moon
Prime for equinox
Mischievous time trips
Star confusion
Glittering clouds

****

Maybe
desert heat
will inspire
a resistance

Perhaps
a muted bit
of might
will rise up
& fight
against
the hell
of summer swell

****

Notebooks
speckled with thoughts,
inaccurate accounts,
& pure fantasy
That’s the poet at play
The writer works
to make sense of it all

****

Tattered sails
stay strong

Even though
salvation

Seems an
offing away

Hearts on the horizon,
tested love urges on

****

I think of you
as my fondest shadow
When dark worlds mixed
we were poison disguised as delight
Sweet to the taste & touch,
death by midnight

****

Your wings
outgrew us,
so you heeded the call of the stars
We fell,
You flew to the distant cosmos
leaving us
in moonlit turmoil
****
Stuttering in the sunflowers
Better to breakdown
in a place of beauty
Swift wind, quick tempers
Car door slams, echoing
off barren canyons
****
Windswept smoke trails
lead to the way things were
No hunger for greed,
abuse of the land,
And no more
ghosts of tears
in trees
****
Matron of Mystery
snaps emerald fingernails
and men line up
with heaps of hope to
unmask the enchanting lady
under the veil
****

From Hannibal Rising (2007)

He would ease the sting of injections
with soft words, violin music, and
exotic gestures
before the feast
of your flesh
began
****
Hesitating at the edge
of dreams come true
& pits of doubt
Take a chance on life’s dance
& soar
Dive deep into the ocean within
****
Sweet tooth kisses,
candy coated caresses
Sugar lips
soothe a sour soul
****
The best true stories make you cry,
shake, rattle, & roll
your foundation,
your soul
No need to involve you
just invoke you,
provoke you
****
Night swims
Moon mermaids
The community pool
was a secret midnight savior
We held the key
in a wink
of sleep deprived eyes
****
Reflections of you
in ponds,
in foreign towns
after you’ve gone
You’re me now
I’m you
Same body type, temperament
I’m honored
****
I’d watch him blunder about,
a precocious dogfish,
slithering smirk
behind his spiny fin flashing,
blinding the girls with bling
****
Float thru every room,
(there aren’t that many)
Pick up random objects
to see which tells a story
Never mind the ones
screaming in your head
****
An inner storm
struck near the cliff
We held our breath
knowing our waylaid attempts
could never save
a warrior on a mission
****
Glow of morning
over treetops
A warming calm
painting the sky
I drink from
the fountain
I’ve arrived
after fighting deadly night
****
May morning mocks me
I’m millions of miles away
from my mistakes
Still
Mad, marooned, menacing monuments
mace me with mimicry
****
Off day
The physical body binds a mind at times
A vision of accomplishment
thwarted by
aches and a toxic bloodstream
wearing me down
****
Showers of love and lilies
Easter white dresses for a rebirth
The girls line up like crooked teeth
Sentient angels on guard
****
Cassiopeia’s mirror told lies
Bad luck be damned
she shattered it
Years later
waning beauty
She remembers
Fitting punishment
****
From ‘Genius’ on National Geographic Channel (2017)
She was no delicate damsel,
but a hurricane
His new venture,
wooing women in libraries,
Abandoned when he saw her
over boiling Bunsen burner
****
Split screens, shadows
Stressed girls
 gather at the gallows
Dual identities
Opposites attract
A best enemy will subtly
stab you in the back
****
Inner workings
Aged processing
Slow, careful
Experience teaches
those who listen
& pay attention
to what they’re
paying attention to
****
She swept in,
leaving all spellbound,
then flew away
In her absence,
patience burned
under skin
teased by her magical
touch
****
Tell that invisible tormentor
to kindly stop kicking me

They say skin holds
more memory than the brain

I have to believe
in ghosts of pain

****

These are our future memories,

here & now;

I love the grey, cloudy day on your face

& the promise of your kisses

as I wake

****

Cup of tacks
flows through the system

Jagged filters
cut from the inside, the outside

Running deep
into shallow ends of forgotten spaces

****

Lacking the strength
to dig
for the sanctuary
of the underground
Up from the Earth
they will rise
& fade in billows of thick smoke

****

Painted faceless phantoms
on the back of eyelids
Dreams are set in a far away galaxy
where you are the dying planet
saving itself

****

A road trip
with all your
previous selves
over
emerald fields
& missing the lake
that used to be

A prism dangles from rearview

****

Startled?
Yes
I jumped a mile
Scream stuck in throat,
heart on the ground
But
a warbling sound
meant I wasn’t alone
in the darkness

****

They lived for going
against the grain
but they were all the same
blending into one
mediocre mosaic
meandering through
melancholia

****

She was snug
as a Junebug
in a rug
trapped by the tentacles
of her dark past
under the sea
green with envy
Seven sisters carry her
to shore

****

Revelations
as rare as snowfall in summer
Provocations
guaranteed like rise & fall
of a swallowing sea
Lasting impressions
****
The room ballooned
There was no air to give
To get
out of a room
where you
are the guest of honor
is crucial
to consciousness
****
alluring echoes
of a fireside frenzy
draw night’s attention
to a conjuring circle
of all that is
the moon hides
behind sky
****
Misuse
of an impassioned heart
Abused by prison
Torn apart
Pressed to tell
of things more interesting,
she spills forth Hell
****

There are teeth
in the street
in this place
They fall like pearls
on a cold ballroom
floorspace
We should’ve just stayed
in dancehall days
****
Eviscerated,
I am
A well run dry
   so suddenly
On the desert roadside
furiously scribbling
a shadowy soliloquy
in shifting sands
****
We’d cover our walls
with magazine ads
for the glamour,
for the shadows,
the imagery,
the dull faces,
bright eyes
& doctored truth
****

The soul desires
more than I have the energy
to feed it
It sits up
on a mountain
waiting
I tell stories all the way to the top

****

At home
we understood
the importance
of firewood
and forever
thanking
the trees
for keeping
us warm

And helping
us breathe

****

Apricity:

The only time sight of daylight
is acceptable to me

I think of my last taste
of winter’s turn
Forlorn longing burns

****

Tequila sunrise
 brought us together
Perfectly crafted
Sour and sweet
You were the same way
Nice on the tongue
 burning in my gut

****

At my loneliest
a moth at twilight reminds me
That you listen
when I scream inside
& I’ll see you again
in the time after time

****

humming of angels

their wings looked
like old hallucinations

those little sparklers
I saw with my owl eyes
before I met the dead

****

Brewing below
the surface of
external suffering,

shockwaves stockpile
at the epicentre

How long before it erupts?

****

Last minute invite
to the fancy party

Not my scene
I remain unseen

I’m in a cubby
researching saints

and praying for
invisibility

****

You destroyed all remnants
   of your bitter childhood
Held your playthings
   too close to the flame
Melting off the plastic face
****
You cut us a window
with a view
with an Ex-acto
Painted fields of seasons
with crisp crimson leaves
with slashing and bitter snow
****
Valley reminiscing
Wild days we thought would never end
The orange light that fell
over the porch the morning I lost sleep
****
Tom Petty’s voice
on a desert spring morning
way too early
and before coffee
sounds like the Grand Canyon
All rust, copper, & gold
****
Do you remember them all
like a ring of roses
each a jewel
in a crown
on your head
circling around
your bed?
Do you remember
all they said?
****
A lilac sky teases change
Distant relatives
have had enough of the rain
I hear omens in the space between births
Somewhere a heartbeat stops
****

Embarking
on a polyphonic journey
Deciphering dream codes
for my mother
Catching falling feathers,
speaking the language
before we fade away
****
A volcano found me
It hides inside my belly
For years, it lay dormant
Then I was poisoned
by its anger and tendency
for violent eruptions
****
Little dalliances
with broken characters
who can’t quite sate
my desire for the truth
of the worst of the monsters
and darkness inside us all
****
Lock disappointments in a room
to fester
& try to forget them
They’ll fuse with fragments
of forgotten disgrace
& feel just like your face
****

Shed tears,
refusing to mix
with the ruined gorgeousness
of once thriving fields
of spilt oil,
only helped clear
smoke from sad eyes
****
Behind the door
the queen
seeks allies
only to be
dumbfounded
by her own
lack of knowledge
They taught
how to trust
but not whom
****
The stick time
she calls it
Most make wishes
but she
thinks of all
her soldiers
who never came home
Especially those still here
physically
****
Placing pearls around her neck-
the once wailing widow,
now a marble statue
adorned with an heirloom
rooted in loss-
I feel it’s not enough
****
I tried to find a kindred spirit in wild horses
I read Black Beauty with deep intent
I put myself in a saddle,
Then fell off quickly
****
No incision
or split decision
can bring her back
Her words
I’ll remember
Not her
chest cavity
filled w
butterflies & blackbirds
****
The desert is here for me
I will surrender to its scorch
I’ll emerge transformed,
a sun spirit
I will have raked the coals
with tired feet 
****
Creeping vines
in the neon green lights
This basement
was not a good place to be tonight
Move slow,
tendrils beckon in the glow
****
dance to forget
that you don’t know how
rhythm is subjective
let the soul decide
your own ebb and flow
and move with it
****
Overwhelmed
by what’s to come
like I know
or expect
anything
at all
to happen
It’s silly
Useless
It’s what happens
when Now is
so foreboding
****
The rise and fall
of intensity
Pressure levels
increase and inevitably crash
A silken touch
is only a breath away
****

‘The Martyrdom of St. Dymphna and St. Gerebernus – 
Gerard Seghers


Last night
I was visited
by the ghost
of St. Dymphna
Her ruby red halo
spoke of the power
of escaping
louder than
her wispy voice
****
Right place
Right time
I held her
Spun pixie tales out of horror
I took the night’s foul memory
Turned it into something golden
****
wandering children
birthed of anger and apathy
running around the globe
terrified and unsure
of the safety of anywhere
called home
****
Post rain
rhododendron renaissance
Drizzled droplets
remain amongst
Fern brambles
and honeydew
****
Skin aflame
nerve pinch
muscles are
bruises are muscles
are bruises
Thorny sinew
strings of suffering
fill my
bloodstream
with silk flowers
****
She’s muted
Not for humble presence,
secret keeping,
or lack of enlightenment
but for the tongue numbing
reality of the situation
****
His madness
was fleeting
and she
would forever torment him
to catch just a glimpse
of it again
Toxicity
at its finest,
indeed
****
Catching comets
for pockets
with black holes
Your moonbeam smile,
so worthwhile,
to keep cruising thru
this space storm
****
It was me,
in watercolor
Fine lines,
transparent,
a jagged kaleidoscope
Upon his canvas
so grey with loneliness
Fragile,
tattered,
frayed
****
After the turquoise gloaming,
when birds begin bantering,
I stand still,
tricking my photosensitive eyes
into staring too long at the sun
****
There seems to be
an obsessive need
to throw your pennies,
two cents
to be exact,
at everyone
and everything
these days
****
No risk reward
in chasing the dreams
of my fathers
I had to fly,
find my own mistakes
Wake up
in nightmares
of abandonment
****
Unsuccessfully
resuscitating
every drowned thought
I ever had

How many inspirations
did I flush, drop in puddles,
burn or bury?

Flatline

****

The dawn spirits came in with the fog
Night conquered,
they rose like an ocean tide
reaching for lost souls
with cloud fingers

****

Silk waves-
Hair cascades
Down my mother’s back
or in her face
as we dropped oceans
from our eyes
over the graves-
Earthen soil

****
There’s things I miss

Your sea storms,
cryptic chaos,
falling into the abyss

I prefer my calm universe now

Just as it is

****

Haiku:


Strangers armed with salt
jokes that are dangerous weapons
poured on my wounds

****
“Tomb of Stars”

midnight sky and the
winter constellations;
his final resting place

****

Build a story
around a quest for freedom,
Lie about the ending

****
VSS (Very Short Stories):


She remains steadfast
through the swarms of obstacles 
and treacherous gales of life
with her inner fire as her guide.
****
When dawn shone her glory down
on the city that never slept, 
I found myself longing for the woods.
****

“Promise”
She said a promise was
a lie wrapped in ribbons.
****
It’s never quiet in this valley.
Sometimes, while waiting for the last bit of sun to go down,
I imagine it natural & empty.
****

She patched the leaks. The little boat was seaworthy. She’d stay afloat, despite the rising tide. Arms trembling, she rows on.
****
“Truth”

The truth is
I gave all I had
and it still
wasn’t enough.

****
Do you feel safe out here? Keyboard barricades. Recurrent screens you can see yourself in. Below surfaces we hardly think of, danger lurks.
****
Spontaneity is best. So if I just randomly combust & revive & collect my own ashes, can I create then? Can I birth forth a worthwhile life?
****
We left Ma with unanswered questions.
Big mistake.
She was out of breath, the house spotless when we returned.
Ma never sat still when she worried.
****
WIP (Works in Progress):


“Living is a disease. Look around you. Doesn’t this world just make you sick?”

I pushed my bowl away. I suddenly had no appetite anymore.

****

–“I’ve been showering for hours. I accidentally fell asleep with cable news on. Woke up in grossness. Now I feel I can’t get clean enough.”
****
I was the new kid frantically searching for the slightest hint of a northern accent.
“I’m from Indiana,” she said. Close enough.

****
I can tell by the way the snow falls and how bricks of buildings look if a film takes place in my home town. I look for the familiar blue plates on cars and cry when I’m right.
****
The bolder their statements the harder it was for me to stifle my giggles. Rowan elbowed me in the ribs attempting to shush me.
****