#MicropoetryMonday – June 19 – 25, 2017

Micropoetry:




Sleep. Cry. Repeat.

I wish
I could say today
was spent
dreaming of tomorrow.

But disbelief
& silent
pain-free sleep will do.

****

My sea of dreams
turned choppy
after so many miles
Still, the cosmic waters
lure me  So I
sleep in,
press on through
mighty waves

****

The summer birds have arrived early
No more spring songs
Just wailing warbles I can add to
I’m sure we’re all tired of the heat already

****

Perfect melody of stars
you composed on the porch
of the high rise
A reminder to just breathe
because light always bends to night

****

You’re surreal,
part of the dream
telling me I can’t
abstract
from nothing
But I am nothing
& you’ve sliced me
up for your collage

****

I call to the rhythm of clouds
I see them, cadet blue and gathering
I pray for monsoons
I thirst for rejuvenation
I will wait

****

At the end of the day,
the body struggles
to find a place
even in the softest of spaces
to soothe the aches of
giving it your all

****

the heat quit
& we slept in
the front room
waking to
a fireplace
full of sheets
& cinders
because
there was nothing
left to burn
****
Does a longing count
if it’s ritual?
I grit my teeth until dusk
in my off season
Time budges for no one
so I beg for its mercy
****
Starstruck
by your presence
You lit a fire in me,
incandescent
I was a small spark
trailing after your magical glow
****
Silence
allows a breath,
a moment of
regained composure
when a tangled tongue
can’t keep up
with a cataclysmic
explosion of thought
****
I’ll chase safety
across state lines
(I have)
When I land,
I’ll burrow into
the crook of your arm
–a place to call home
****
We chose to navigate
through together
Our past is a silvan path
We press on, burdened by
the temptation
of looking too far back
****
Surprising
Hearing you in lower keys
Sweet soprano
I was strange
for listening to your music
way back then
We’re old now eh?
Still songbirds
****
Freedom bought with sonnets
True love comes
at too high a price
Falling into uncertainty,
tangled in heartstrings
may cost your very life
****
Glamorous spectacle
True views see through
to the dirty sham beneath
Betrothed
Bequeathed
Distorted reality
takes center stage
& is released
****
Theorize your principles
moral qualms
loyalties
‘Tis nothing new
This modern age
is not like
days of old with
corners of the world
undiscovered
****

This burgundy sky
inspires
an open bottle of Merlot
Crimson waves sedate me
I let operatic nocturnes
seep into my veins
****
To be engulfed,
grasped,
& shaken
to the core
from a touch
as warm as summer
To feel a piercing
pulse in one glance
You compare
****
New open space
is suddenly stifling

until you run away
with no known destination

and are backed in the same corner
starting all over again

****

Memories fade
like the cornflower print
lilac linen dress
forgotten in the closet corner
You try
but can’t recall how it fit

****

I was drawn to your vague scrawlings
Your world view jagged edge
Your ricocheting between hope & hate
for humanity’s decisions

****

I used to lament
summers spent
staring out the window
But strong sunlight
feels like an attack
An assault on my whole being
I make do within

****

“Take me home”
too often sobbed
on lost days

I’m in pieces
spanning the states
seeking family

sprinkled everywhere,
scattered

****
You loan me breath

I inhale your strength
& exhale fears

learned too young
that cause me to freeze
& forget functioning

****

You ruined the song about kilig
Filled my stomach with wasps instead
My ears buzzed with vicious whispers
You crushed my fragile wing

****

Recurring dream

I’m in a rowboat
I have no oar,

only visions of
ravaged remains of childhood
cast adrift on a bone white shore

****

Your name is a legend
on smiling lips

But also, a turquoise gleam
in the story-teller’s eyes

You are an ocean of jewels,
our reason to cry

****

I’ll conjure sadness,
listen to the drum beats,
keep to the calm waters,
& wail underneath waves
of missing you
just to get through,
tonight

****

I write things in secret
I fear you’ll read them
I think things
afraid you’ll hear them
You, a thorn in my side
torn out & I still feel you

****

Dewy eyes
like the grass up north
in the gorgeous gloaming
when we didn’t sleep
because we were protecting
uncle’s fire from rain

****

Bright light scalds my tender eyes
I’ve spent days struggling,
trudging forward,
seeking a darkened lens with better focus

****

My father, an exorcist
of bad vibe demons
chanting prayer songs
while he polishes off
an always reliable
arsenal of holy defenses

 —miracle


****

look up
to read the stars
a craning neck snaps quick to

look down
to read cracks in the sidewalk
like tea leaf prophecies

****

To the twins on their birthday:

Is sharing hard? Did
you bump heads
in the womb? Red
orange poppies born
brightening the world

****

She was an earthquake,
shaking our cores
& causing a tsunami
of good intentions
we ended up
drowning in
trying to keep
afloat

****

all of my securities
buried under a sheet of snow

summer sun unearthed
shreds of loving arms

and remnants
of encouragement

****

The song insists I know it
because my heart is beating along,
my brain is synching with the rhythm
and my damaged legs pretend to dance

****
The untold stories
Original voices unheard
ring out over the life giving lake
Those who protect her
listen with prayerful hearts

****

Oh, if my ribcage were iron
could it keep the expansion
imprisoned?    My heart,
bursting with guilt
My kidneys,
heavy with shame

****

Broken poets
plunging into virulent waters,
stirring the depths,
carrying me through
painful verses,
soothing the sting of waves

****

The final piece
at my finger tips
itching to be placed
into the infinite puzzle

****

The best gift
I could give
my father
is a heavy dose
of forgiveness

We can trade burdens,
if only for a little while

****

spider sister,
weave me blankets,
feed me regurgitated memories,
spin me beautiful lies

****

She sang,
her arms
wrapped around her
like she was cold,
and the high notes
covered me
like a shawl

I hope
we both
felt warm by song’s end

****

Lucidly, I
tried to find
a gossamer thread
connecting me to my body
I’m floating above it, climbing walls,
keeping out of the sandman’s sight

****
He calls from the road
Calls me a mystic
Describes how twilight
kisses the mountain tops
How the stars at the stops
make food taste better
****
Sunflowers kiss
the warm breeze
goodbye
Dizzy bumblebees
cloud a mighty
center eye
Shriveled with sadness
she’ll be
come July
****
Nightmares
of confinement
Crushed and cramped
in a metaphorical clam
Waking after breaking
a steel shell
in a bed of black pearls
****
Overtired from wrestling life,
we run,
pulses racing the raindrops,
trying to beat the storm
You stop,
laugh
Our hearts collapse
****
the moon cried
rainbow tears
that night
and I knew it was all futile
people would never
stop hating
that which
they misunderstand
****
They discuss what is sacred to us
as if it’s a self help book
They disgrace practice
so publicly
what some of us are afraid to
–ceremony
****
I imagine
after death
I’ll be climbing
a ladder
Once golden
now rusted
By tears
I’ll climb
Leaving a well
of sorrow behind
****
I want to see these idyllic colors
bursting in summer as you say
But alas! I open my stinging eyes
and feast upon only grey
****
“God, that girl can belt it”

A nightingale, in white
on a Sunday

Savor it,
this voice of symphonic purity;
She only sings for the dead

****
Haiku:


Savor the darkness
For tonight it will be scarce
The sun rules today
****
VSS (Very Short Stories):


“Twilight”
Dragonfly stopped by, scaring you
to death in the twilight.
****
He painted worlds for her. Great cathedrals.
Vast fields and forests to wander.
Never neglectful of the harlequin sky.

****
Each summer, we construct sand castles in our heads because upon reaching adulthood, we avoid the beach like the plague.

****

Poem – "Nookomis"

My grandmother & I at the Detroit Zoo


Nookomis
by Jennifer Patino

I’m sifting through ashes early;
July is on the horizon and I
will miss you again
I can’t blame death
when you taught me
that it doesn’t really exist
I see your spirit too
every time I dare to glance
at my aging eyes
I notice your hair
is growing underneath mine
like crimped crow feathers
I hear your voice
when I speak on things
the Creator whispers to me
Nookomis, can you see me?
I’m here still, hanging on,

alive and dreaming




#MicropoetryMonday – June 12 – 18, 2017

Micropoetry:

When the aura takes hold
the flashes become swirls
of hypnotic neon colors
Can’t run or hide
So I
surrender to the storm inside

****

lulling voice
telling bedtime stories
of mystical lands
where purple flowers reign
I wish I could remember
exactly how you sound

****

your inspiring determination

every day in garden clothes,
painfully planting

but you never
got the chance
to see them bloom

****

It was so limiting
to seek out
only blue skies
At least now I
can live with open eyes
to the full spectrum
of Creator’s dyes

****

Inside a hollow tree

cardinal chants
his mysteries to me

His song is a requiem
and a clear, somber
tune of apology

****

There is a ghost
of denial in everything
you say you can’t believe

But I achingly remember
the moment you became
the unthinkable

****

“you get used to the giant beam”

there are no surprises in the city

there are
assaults of sounds
&
gnats swarming
in gracious candlelight

****

Skin, tissue paper thin
adheres to bones of chalk
This is post colonial syndrome
The phantom flames burn
faces ashen with aftermath

****

I’d watch from under the awning, beaming
A smiling sun
waiting for you, daffodil
to finish dancing,
kissed by diamond rain

****

Newborn pigeons
too tender to run free

Slate blue
& heather grey feathers

No mixture of neon
from eating garbage yet

****

I’ve never known easy,
privilege,
wealth, fame
But I’m rich
with gratitude
I’ve had many names
& still, I love the journey

****

Winds change
Sometimes so suddenly
that early defrost floods
your solid ground
You climb a mountain
if only for higher perspective

****

A pensive look befell
the genius by the window
Lightning bolt strikes,
trees tumble, mind reservoir
Overflows, universes shift
All is bright

****

When we give
we are blessed
by gifts we sacrificed,
struggled, breathed
for permission to take
Be thankful
Be generous
Be love

****

Revisiting
Reevaluating

Readily gutting
Really cutting

to the bone
to the marrow

Retreating backwards
Rendering of fear

to move
to heal

****

Neighbor’s deadbolt–
terrifying click
because it all just clicks
for me
that outside is crumbling while
comparing agendas &
drowning in division

****

Pavement hot like fire under pattering feet
but I ran,
ignoring pebbles
embedded in my soles,
and I still chase the freeze

****

One more boulder lifted
over sweaty brow

One more rock
painted on the pile

On summer nights
your angry thunder,
lightning gleam

****

I can’t trust
robotic soldiers
who blow off
cries of the wounded
like they are dust
I can’t bear their likeness
on any surface

****

You never cared to be a rose spot-lit bloom under glass, on mother’s table

Kept, trimmed
until you dance free of thorn bindings

****

They bellow
that they know your heart
the measure of your faith
the heaviness
of courage whispered in a cold ear
of your embodiment,
falsely

****

I think of her arms,
sun kissed,
swinging freely
The breeze in her red curls,
her long skirts
& a smile that chased clouds away

****

When we got it in our heads
that we could climb the hills
(& actually followed through)
we kissed
by the glow of the city colors

****

I was taught how sacred
Mother’s herbs are

Tobacco, cedar
Sweetgrass & sage

I was shown the four directions
& that’s all I need

****

Gambling chances,
and we are down
to the last
straw in hell

Loose change panels,
chests that once held hope,
emptied down the drain

****

I can tap in
to the short films
in your mind

Your thought process,
a box full of light,
transforming visuals

beyond imagination

****

Morning magenta
rains down

The violet sky
reminds me of bruises

Land of the sun
bound

I swallow burning stars
to feed my storm

****

Discovering the perfect new music

   It’s a sign the whole world isn’t

against you    It’s a reconnection

   to the rhythm
   to the flow

****

I try to stomach
the art of breathing

This jagged, ragged
veil, torn in half

There’s no escape
from tragedy today

No reprieve
from sadness

****

Play me a song
to remember you by

So years from now,
when you start fading
I’ll hear it
& you’ll be back again

****

Wind in my lungs,
sun in my eyes

A heart entwined with
hanging vines

Blood thick with swirling clouds,
a tempest in my veins

****

A picture snapped
by a type of vulture,
two legged,
vindictive

Spread around
like poison
until its subject
has a change of face

****

Mourning is a way of life
Heart skips when phones ring
Sirens mean you pray
At night you hear crying
in the twinkle of stars

****

Trust stretches the same way truth does
Some measure it in levels

   d i s t a n c e s

You’re wearing mine thin
from miles away

****

Nostalgia by the old church

We too were
summer white lilies
in rows

Hands folded,
on our way
to the institution of confusion

****

He captivated me
with his polyphonic demeanor

A world of new sounds, vibrations,
& spectrums of colors

Wide eyes straining to see

****

Simple splendor

Brightness of a smile
hardly seen

Eyes unaware of their own brilliance
harbor a sparkle as rare as
precious jewels

****

Once in a lifetime,
serendipity
leads you
to an oasis
of wonders

Swim in
freshness,
purity,
and all encompassing
love

Submerge

****

The explanations
for the impossible
spur the inner wheels

Electric speed hypotheses
crash landing
resulting in a mind melt

****

Heartbeats & honeysuckle,
a dying rose

Spring pumps a new life,
taken too soon by the summer sun

Desert thirst
waits for no bloom

****

She struck up the band

Same songs, different season

Music for melancholia,
and unruly blues

Closing out with sultry hope

****

My tongue turns to hard candy
in my mouth
and everything is twisted

The words amplified in my head,
your smile,
the dangerous road we’re on

****

He described love
as slightly everything

Never fully committing
to a complete truth
that would make
faceless regrets
show up less
in dreams

****

Float away

It’s all she wanted

The abyss of etched lines,
The charcoal rubbings,
Moments shared

Float away
with the current

Come back

****
I heard the waves shrieking

Ghosts of childhood echoed
across the shoreline

I stood, rock still,
to see them dance
in the sea foam

****

I’m in a lifeboat
a big puffy yellow one

it floats along
but through the air

I know it’s a dream
I’m deconstructing gravity

I’m flowing

****

Left behind
leafing through
abandoned rooms

Certain spots
on floors
committed to
fond memory

Lighting
makes
all the
difference

****

Inevitable endings

Every season
conjures up moments you’ll miss

New places & suave strangers
best viewed
through summer eyes

****

A dreamer’s flame doused
by curse of morning light

Like the silence needs the storm,
blaring horns
need tremors
in the stillness

****

depositing your letters
__________________
       in      I____(where you belong) ____I
       the secret drawer
_____________

****

Unexpected breeze
hits me like a blow dryer

Stale air, I breathe in
handfuls of remnants

of the Gold Rush
& I choke on greed

****

He brought doomsday news
through the door again

There were crosses in the sky

He said he wasn’t afraid
because of love
& million year poems

****

Gifts on the doorstep
Owl delivery

My sister knows-
she sent care across the miles

Fuzzy blanket, cup of tea, a
new vessel for my thoughts

****

Arriving
unfashionably late
in wretched little pieces

Too pale
for powdered nose,
old excuse

Keep to corners,
the soiree goes on

****

Terror in a time capsule

We buried a whole year
deep as we could,

joked about escape tunnels
& pedaled home to
the rhythm of silent prayer

****

I hear the bustle
but make no attempt
to absorb its cacophony

My muse keeps
calling me away

Her oceans carry me into oblivion

****

Unsated,
with an uncontrollable thirst
for brutal poetry
that leaves you
feeling gritty
before the last stanza
pierces your skull

****

Riding the tide,
an emotional high

We question
the stereo
on how
we got here

Washed up
on amber shores,
kissing the waves
goodbye

****

the stars in the sky
aren’t any help
when acid tears
cloud vision

burning pain
slows the journey
mapped out
to glorious home

****

Hot summer nights

The ash moon gets no relief

No time to icily reflect
upon azure flecks
shimmering in his eyes
so long ago

****

Umbilical roots run deep

They are barbed reins
felt in every heavy decision

Three guardians
nod in the hallway
in wicked unison

****

The shameless were in a world
I couldn’t reach. They’d heap
piles of resentment onto me,
& trade regrets about my existence.

****

I flew away with my mixed feathers
  south to north

when my two fathers made me a bird

& my mother wouldn’t allow bouncing
  back to forth

****

Her hands
Whirlwinds at their worst
I saw too much through
a crack in the door
Some things
(can’t be erased)
mark a face so easily
Her hands
****
In summers of yore,
patience was the way
Days were spent perfecting
the highest house of cards
Frustration brushed away,
sweat on a brow
****
I read the most beautiful story
with your name in it
It’s a shame
that all you spun
were lies & that you were truly
a spider hiding venom
****
Revelations
in the twig branches
scratching on
the window
The woods beckon me,
waking me
from my visionary slumber
to show me true meaning
****
Made of marble,
the joints crack,
creak, you moan
Damp echo,
after rain mist
clings to skin,
drips from eyelashes
A crumbling creation
****
I lost them all
down a digital well
and I’m dropping lines
to fish them out
My friends,
we swim in different blues now
I miss your voices
****

Haiku:



I’ll just keep falling
& fading away like seasonal
tides & time

****

Cool, classic vibes found
in the dark underbelly
of the hottest scenes
****
He savored the solstice
while I waited patiently
for the eclipse
****
VSS (Very Short Stories):


“Gregorian Chants”
The croaking lure of Gregorian chants pulled me deeper into the crypt.
I seemed to float, possessed, toward their source below.
****

“Breathless”
Breathless after sixty seconds outside.
Heat Index Warning makes sense.
****
Strawberry ice cream socials on Sundays.
Checkered red & white tablecloths.
Mouths with pink bubble gum moustaches.
Nostalgia.
****
Tornadoes weren’t good anyway but the warning siren meant huddling into the cellar where creeping & curious things lurked.
****
WIP (Work in Progress):


… –wild names, colors, & assortments–
floundering on top of rusty puddles
refusing to absorb into the decay
of the city’s streets …
****

#MicropoetryMonday – June 5 – 11, 2017

Quick note:  I made a mistake last week in my post about the release of Door is A Jar. It won’t be coming out until the fall. I had it confused with one of my deadline dates. Forgive my foggy brain. 😉 Enjoy this week’s scrawls! It’s my birthday on Thursday so I’ll be taking it easy this week but I’ll be really buckling down over the weekend. Deadlines are approaching! Have a good one, everyone!


****





much needed
renewing rain

dust cleanses
aren’t cutting it

charcoal dusk
teases tears

from clouds
from kohl smudged eyes

****

Queen of deflection
Kingdom of backscattered memories
Ruling with a quick tongue and
Falsities twisted
Around innocent necks

****

listen
learn
from the language of your heart

nothing is dead if you
speak it
breathe it

others may not hear
what is only for you
from you

****

Tornadoes — across wrists
–cyclone nerve twists
Barbed wire — encircled
–debris embedded
Lashing out –severely
–forgive me, forgive me

****

She returned

Risen
from volcanic ash

She said
she saw
the most
beautiful
sun

****

She, the silkworm thread he tiptoes
Her thunder
to his lightning declarations
is thin ice
A halo shines
as he falls
& freezes

****

last call never stopped us
we’d embrace all corners
of the wildest nights

we’d dance,
our shadows reaching
for a shining place

****

foreign lands
were never so threatening
when you’ve known this space all along

like a deer, skittish
owl eyes darting
all around

****

So much more can be accomplished,
felt,
released,
acquired,
shared
& spread
when overthinking ends
No search for reason
All just is

****

red candles
barely hang by wicks
rosary beads click
stained glass sill
holy clay vessels
only tears of the faithful could fill

****

choral at dawn
signal of sparrows

a sandy beach
pure summertime

one toe in the riled ocean
the salt breeze makes me sad

****

Quest for bliss
ends in memory gap

One glimpse
it all floods back

Searching for eternal sunshine
finding darkness
of a spotless mind

****

The Red Room
The Lounge
The many names of places
  she could be found

Drop disdain in a wine glass
She’ll see through your mask

****

a looming shadow
crocheting quietly
observing us
like a crow

we are jewels
sewn of jealousy
ignoring pinprick glaring
& sneers

****

We look to
a stone sky

a barrier
we can’t puncture

eyelets
look back

we are tiny
we are specks

helpless
and insufficient

****

retreating to a garden of sounds
more soothing than the cacophony
of the neon city

silence is harsh,
worrisome,
& often loaded

****

to crawl inside
a Gemini mind

duality battle,
no concept of time

a mind so open
cosmic thoughts, unconfined

****

eyes averted
from the fortress
of illuminating mirrors

reflection imprisonment
see what you’ve become
over and over again

****

color her in disaster
paint a shaded film
across her ways

I find her darkness
so inviting

I succumb to her beautiful wrath

****

daydreaming of champagne fountains
galloping horses
stone castle in the distance

all of this in a blink
in cloud portraits
in a shy smile

****

Every solstice
at the lakehouse
under moonless sky
purging the pain
Silver mothwings
curving the body
sparking shivers
crimson rain

****

The allure
of the lone orchid
in the corner

Mesmerizing petals

Magenta center
tinged blue

The surrounding garden
disappears

****

another day
doors slamming

this town is angry
this world is livid

I am lucid

waiting for the comfort of night
to grip me tight

****

Oh, sister

we chased after you
when you ran into the arms

of a severe storm warning;
Now we’re left behind
cleaning after your hurricanes

****

unwritten true stories

the ones
you wouldn’t dare put to print

the ones
only whispered in chambers
where ghosts can hear

****

I am stuck in a sore spot
but my mind roams
all over this house

A creeping fog clinging
to the corners, clutching
humid walls, and rising

****

like glue
every bit of good & grit
would stick

I am an antenna
over-tuned-in
overloaded

til I am overstretched
til there is nothing left

****

I go missing
a hibernating bear in winter
yet it’s summer
the sun is high, piercing
I crave shadow
remembering grass underfoot

****

Rainbow reflections
in the sprinklers.
I remembered as I heard
ours kick on. No fanning
fountains, only gurgling
drippage.

****

Rose gold
Antique tarnish
Figures in rust
Dance on the Autumn horizon
Look! The burnt umber becomes them
Shimmering pillars aglow

****

I could do nothing
but scoff
at this man
claiming to know
what nature
intends

****

The back of your eyelids
is a screen

Your most memorable (unforgettable)
nightmares

play on loop every night;
Secrets don’t sleep

****
The dawn begs us
to listen to her song
Violet ribbons
wrap around clouds
I wave
because I swear
I can see you
up there, sailing

****

haunting laughter

I am not amused
by the ghouls aggrandizing, &

reminiscing about their evil deeds
while the little ones
still can’t sleep

****

It matters not
how far away
I’ve run from

your snares,
your influence,
your lifeless eyes

I still feel
your webs
wrapped around me

****

You hear that?
Brass jazz tones ringing
is the dark velvet lure
of a last night
in a foreign city
you’ll never
return to

or from

****
You look best
basking
in the morning glow
of introspection
I see
your brain
splashing colors
around this
monochromatic room
****
He was the guy
penning every waking thought
onto napkins that
only he could decipher;
We tried to catch his
wandering eye
****
Ensnared
Acid rain in the bloodstream
Murky
A head brimming with silt
Charcoal
In a compressed throat
Oil
Thickens a set of struggling lungs
****

Lily loves lying in meadows
turning her blooming face
to a butterfly’s kiss
She imagines her lover
is there
on the breeze
****
striking scenes of a
beautiful life perfectly
painted upon
worn, whitewashed
walls of the place
you can finally
call home
****
Loss doomed him
to numbness
but he remains
always conscious
of an eternal flame
burning somewhere
in a heart
just for him
****
Words
spark, burn,
cut deeply, make the world turn
Some bring light, others dark
stirring happiness, sadness & madness inside her
****
twisted roots
base of spine
high voltage pulse
sends shocks
thru a body
rocking,
knocking,
coming to rest
on a cold glacier hiding
in a palm
****
transformative animals

phone calls my heart isn’t
really in

and the dust bunny
swallowed to stop
your childish whimpering

****

So many storms.
The blue light added
ambience to the approaching
clouds. Swallowed. In
waves you are swallowed.

****

I am visited
in sleep

cut open
blood replaced

with lightning bugs
who blink

on and off
off and on

all day
under

this meat suit
prison

****

warned against
peering through the keyhole
no uttered prayers from pretty mouths
can prevent imprints of
twisted silk & moonlight

****

we are clowns
with painted smiles
lion tamers
with gleams in our eyes
trapeze artists
smiling in the face of danger
a circus show

****

Captivating stoicism
How courageous
to remain unflinched
under heat lamps
under scrutinous eyes
Charmingly
uncovering lies

****

Making a mountain
Scaling look easy
Necessary
But I can’t even
Crane my neck that high to see

****

the tv screen reflects us
back to us

it’s off

grandad’s sawing logs
dreaming of when he couldn’t
sleep through the worst parts of history

****

Startled awakening

the world was burning
and my ancestors appeared

speaking softly
in the language
my blood understands

****

Longest day of the year
I die a little
I cry a little at the memory
of a distant tundra, a homeland
Summer solstice
Begin Again

****

Reality that sinks in like teeth
It stings,
gets infected
Spreads, spreads, widespread
A portion of the world
cheers on violence
Enough said

****

So many strangers
in my June dreams

They tell me
this is impossible

I’ve seen them,
in my other life,
under strawberry moon

****

a bobcat waited for me
in the gloaming
when I would see
& be ready
for whatever message
he had to deliver
but he just stared
& I understood

****

the journal gleamed
in the moonlight
spotlight
on the bottom of the bureau
tempting me
to read
of all her forbidden places

****

step into the unseen
tread lightly

enter another realm
through midnight moonstone

turn back
turn your back
on its power

look

****

paralytic penance
for failed apologies

they flounder
under the weight of dishonesty,

their broken promises
pinning them down

****

under a spell,
discarded life force,
an opening of glands
you can’t name
electric chemicals interact,
a contagious imbalance

****

still can’t drink the water
but the roof,
it’s stopped leaking

the garden failed
but we eat,
loved,

in a place where everyone is a cousin

****

An expansion occurs
in my body,
my nerves
I call it the summer swell
100 degrees, anomalies,
extraterrestrial cysts
inside of me

****

Winding path of pine needles
Moss hugs an underground creek
Our footprints imprinted on muddy banks
Mighty river calls our names

****

Stressed out. Even the blood in our veins
feels pressure.

****

Sometimes the soul
sees things weary eyes can’t

A lilac mist hangs
in the minuscule hallway

I am a giant
when I come out the other side

****

soon you’re wreckage
washing up on some
island shore
              they call this loneliness
phantom rainfall,
illusioned howls,
arid throat

****

The starling sounds the alarm–

summer is a prison

& you’re too

stifled

to break free

****

I squint
in umber glow
tracing tributaries
on your closed eyelids
ecstatic that there are no
obligations pulling us from this bed

****

that old frayed portrait hung on the wall
nearly burned in effigy
saved from the pyre
one piece of it all
you couldn’t destroy

****

Stitches undone
Patchwork girl with
waterfalls of liquid prisms
falling from button eyes
The red thread smile
ripped out long ago

****

Golden black settles over the yard
9 minutes
Solar eclipse
Enough time to say goodbye
Too bright, the return of light
You’re gone

****

baring and sharing,

the bitter, the ugly, the shame
being true to all aspects

of you,
exudes beauty,
seeps with strength

****

How many sunsets,
full moons,
discoveries
of names
of stars
happened with you?
Countless,
like all the reasons I love you
****
We’re caul babies
born of a vision
born of Red Mother
Ashkaakamigokwe
with the power to dream
protecting the soil
& flowing streams
****
When we wander, leaning
toward forest paths
we find the sky
a new palette of colors
only to return
to the trouble
of dull stasis

****

Final raindrop

A break in clouds
revealing a rainbow,
a promise

A memory fading with the storm

I’ll hold onto you
next time

****

We used our voices to beg them to love the Earth. In raw silence we release our prayers into the ears of the stratosphere.

****

carousel horses
walking on water,
leaping over waves

****

Afternoon alarm
All is wrong
Caught up in gnat traps
In sleep, I deleted contacts
A fool am I
For trusting the eye in the sky-
Failing cloud

****

Tantalizing tunes
of the tenors
trickle over to my tent
tempting me
but I remain tucked away
under tarp of
tenebrous copse

****

Turns of phrase
in blizzards

Worlds are created
in the dark

Snowfall stories,
broken ice

No summer sun
scorching the page

****

Those who miss out
on what comes around
full circle
just need to wait longer
or
slow down,
pay attention,
attempt to evolve

****

I miss chrysalism
I fear the unchanged
clear sky, scent of desert
I think of dependence on water
& calms before
crashing storms

****

The gulf took our tears,
delivered them to the ocean
When we come down
from this lookout tower
We won’t have
feelings anymore

****

the beauty of the morning
is never lost on a night owl

the golden flecks in the shrubbery,
the hummingbirds’ whimsical dance

****

Upon occasion,
the mortician
would welcome
a lively cadaver

A soul still hangin’ on,
body a-twitchin’

****

the bedsheets are blue
she lays entombed in them
I count breaths
& moments spent
without her in them
the bedsheets are blue

****

Dream echoes
Catch them
Like fireflies
    & moonbeams
Keep them in a jar
Watch galaxies form
Travel to the stars
Find your heart
See
Listen

****

All the allure of a citadel
Strong
Distant
Most majestic
   moments before collapse
Who protects you from that?

****

Mi amore
There isn’t much I can say
You know all my secrets

I willingly gave you
Every confession I held
On our wedding day

*

Under sycamore, watching rain
Damp moss pillow
Softly,
how her hair rustled
Gently,
my hand on her face
Mi amore
How you fell

****

Vivacious sprites

Dancing under streetlights
I look on, mesmerized

A heart beating a rhythm
A body frozen
in another time

****

The song of myself
is out of tune these days

An overplucked string,
worn down

The practice of living
at a novice level

****

Golden eyes
pierce
all my
unseen layers
How unexpected,
that you,
being too
far away,
would be
the one
to weaken
& unravel me

****

Kiss of zephyr
Salty tears
Willow tree sway

A blue balloon
Deflated
Caught in fragile fray

–we released you to the air

****

Give me all your mistakes
I want to caress your flaws
I want unedited love
A first & only draft
with smudges
Red ink corrections

****

Summer boredom
Wild idea!
Laundry soap
  on the trampoline
  in the rain
Sea of joy
   and never ending bubbles

****

Sun beating down a
Memory of
Bathing in splendour falls of
Eternal yearning
For cleansing beauty of
Summer afternoon rains

****

Lost on the streets of your heart
Stuck in your derailed thought
   traffic jam
Beautiful disaster
Happy accident
Find me

****

Apple green dapples in eyes

Warm glow
of the laser light show
lighting up your smile

Distraction
from cloud threatened skies

****

Haiku:



close lunar eyes, sing
a lullaby; crescendo
before the big end

****

Putting off reading
the ending of a book
because there’s no sequel

****

Long awaited drive
by, where the old neighborhood
didn’t look the same
****
Between the moon & sea,
what wonders wait for me?
Celestial secrets.
****
Catharsis. Levee
bursts. Sea of suppression setting
the drowning scene.
****
Thought wandering
Perpetual cycles swirl
In mind & coffee cup

****

Solo sunflower
Shy    Hiding behind petals
I am your center

****

Bees hum in mourning
Memory garden    It stings
Grief venom consumes

****

Dear chronic illness,
I have things to do so stop
getting in my way

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VSS (Very Short Stories):



Yesterday’s newspaper clippings scurry along the gutters like whispered words of longing, in this valley so quiet.
****

It was freezing, but we still went to the lake.
“Clearing,” she said. “Cleansing.”
We shook violently.
Cobalt lips.
It wasn’t enough.

****
“Wind”

Crisp leaf pile keeps silent
waiting for the incoming wind.

****
“Alluring Temptress”
Night, an alluring temptress who kept all his murderous secrets hidden in her cloak. Thoughts of killing haunted him all day.
****
She always smelled of freesia & cotton candy. I remember her using my head as a leaning post. Her tears of heartbreak on the trampoline.
****

Leona had already seen so much magic in this land that dragons who craved compliments were no surprise. She’d avoid cliches.
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WIP (Works in Progress):



“You can’t let this world change who you–aw, screw it. We’re all changed. There’s no coming back from any of this.”

“I’m glad you woke up.”

****
The boats never came back. Widows wailed into the harbor. Orphaned children wiped away their tears with yellow scarves.

****
“Well, when I die I’ll be remembered as the friend everyone would forget existed for months at a time who never complained.”
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“No worries. I have coffee and my racing thoughts. I’ll hardly be alone,” she said, practically shoving me out the door.
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#MicropoetryMonday – May 29 – June 4, 2017

Hey everyone! I wanted to drop a little note to let you all know what’s going on in my world. I had a rough week with pain but I feel myself getting my strength back. I got feeling back in my fingers last night and was able to get a few drafts finished for my chapbook manuscript. I have all kinds of pains to deal with daily but for some reason my damaged nerves will flare up and when it affects my arms and hands I really have a difficult time because as a writer, those are my tools. 🙂 It usually passes with rest. And during my rest time, (if I’m awake, I can’t not work in some capacity haha but I have been sleeping a TON), I’ve been getting reading done and researching for another chapbook idea. 

I should talk a little about these projects. 🙂 I settled on a theme and began the process of writing and it was some pretty heavy stuff emotionally for me to get into at the time. I vowed to keep working and I happened upon a chapbook contest with a deadline at the end of June. I handled NaPoWriMo alright so I knew if I just worked hard and focused I could get a MS finished and entered. One problem though. My theme doesn’t fit well with the theme for the contest. I thought about reworking the idea to make it fit, but then a muse entered. And she wouldn’t hush. I don’t want to give it away but I’m so excited for this. I had some themes floating around my brain and I managed to get four really good drafts finished in a very short amount of time.

I was doing some researching after coming across a few names in a book I was reading and this one just kept repeating everywhere. All kinds of themes and representations of this muse. I kept dreaming about it too! I would go to sleep thinking of lines to write and then they’d still be there when I woke up and they’d be accompanied by images from dreams I had so I definitely know this is a project that encompasses many parts of me. This will be the first time I’ve ever put anything together in book form so I’m truly believing that all signs point to this being a very good thing. I hope to meet the deadline for the contest. I truly believe I can get a manuscript finished by then, but I can never account for what my body will do and I definitely don’t like to force write. If I don’t, I’ll stick to my original plan of taking a whole year to work on a manuscript so if at the end of this year I have two that I’m going to send out wherever I can, that won’t be a bad thing either. 🙂

I will keep you all posted. I’m waiting to hear back from a couple of other publications at the moment and my poem “Sponge” will be in the next issue of Door is Ajar. (You can check out the current issue HERE) Work, work, work. That’s all it seems I’m doing lately. But it’s enjoyable, ya know? I live to write. I love to read. Editing sucks but hey, it’s part of it. 🙂  So, that’s where I’m at. It’s hard. But I’m milking the pain free moments for all they’re worth.

Hope you all have a great June! It’s my birthday month and I feel I’m starting it with a very positive mindset. I was getting down in the dumps last month. Transitioning to warm weather is never easy on me. I can’t stand it. I’m one of those “weird people” who just want winter and darkness 24/7. Thanks so much for all of your support! ❤ Enjoy this week's micropoem collection!




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I’ll always remember
whether in passing
or right in my face

Thorns embedded,
and roots so deep
are stings difficult to forget

****

Amber ambience
Mango grove perfumed breeze

The dirt paths kept our secrets,
our footprints

Rustling trees whisper
our names

****

Never came to

to a sea
of smiling faces

Only angry oceans

I’m drowning in saltwater
tears and I’m

an evaporating puddle

****

The ghosts of our summers
& long forgotten decay
of our youth lost that day
lived on
as a sickness
after the lake dried away

****

I can’t see through
this fog, this cloud

The land, scratchy blanketed,
a doom shroud

Invisible, but thick,
hangs in crowds

****

No sharps

But there were already
tacks in my veins   and I

Turned inside out to
show the white clad keepers
I could survive them

****

A cocoon
woven with memories
is comfy sometimes
Other times, a web of infinite nightmares
Which is why
it’s the place
to transform

****

I won’t lose sight of the good,
even if it hides in the darkness
I’ll go in & grab the gratitude & blessings,
let them shine

****

Resilience
beaded into our regalia
Strong hearts, patient fingers
Women elders taught me this
in how they still smile knowingly

****

Doors were to be opened
Unless forbidden,
with dragon growls behind them
By the imaginary glow
of crafted paper lanterns
quietly tiptoe past

****

School age rebellion
Hers fermented, aged
She croaks by the stern faced collars still
cutting the communion line
for a cheap thrill

****

silk ties
around the sachets
spring cleaning,
freshening closets
so the skeletons in them
feel more at home
****

lavender and lace
for my sister’s wedding day
jewel toned indigo jealousy
as I caught the bouquet
****
Starry eyed lovers
took their flight,
their plight,
into their own hands
Forgotten armor,
unprotected,
bare for the fight
****
Unmasked intentions,
but no, he said
it was an accident
then blamed everyone else
for his mistakes
Fallen transparent visage
****
We stayed awake
too late
to see that
last shooting star
There was
a Blood Moon rising
& our crimson hearts
burned on & on
****
Each dawn, we wait
for the flight of the pigeons
Their flapping wings sound frantic
Like us,
they’re anxious and ready
to fly away free
****
the sparkle in her obsidian eye
would vanish at the first hint of daylight
she was overexposed in sunshine
nothing ever felt right
****
The more
her crushing organs hurt
the more silent she was
presenting
an unholy attachment
to the sacraments
& the idea of
ultimate sacrifice
****
To be made weak
by the transformative process
of pain to pleasurable portrayals
To tremble under the weight
of your own words
****
burned out on bad news
self loathing
too strong coffee
papercuts
sad films
no rain
lonely nights
pens without ink
lighters without fluid
****
Starwalker
is what we called my cousin
Her eyes always on the clouds,
ears to the four winds & a
relentless adoration
of wildflowers
****
Combustible exoskeletons
Early birds toasting slow moving worms
Scorched pavement, rising degrees
Summer of decadence, decreed
****
Haunting low tones inspired &
stirred dormant hearts
Enlightened the blissfully blind
to the gravity of oppression
Helped them sing the pain
****
Every time
I open up
I’m rendered mute
by fear
Awareness
doesn’t stop this
It only
makes me
more afraid
of the inevitable
breakdown
****

Did I catch you
in your right window?
Right time? What is it this time?
How much love
are you pulling out
of an empty box?
A blinking cursor
****
I looked back to remember
I ran away to forget
Crossing the train tracks
a doe nodded in approval
as I left southern lights behind
****
Love me
when I’m feeling accomplished
by my pile of little things
Love me not,
most days, when my body
beats my good mindset
****
Questions of safety level, factors
 environmental, conditioned
I can’t answer correctly
without incrimination
 even if they say it’s ok
****
Interconnectedness
Circle within a circle
Outer
Inner
Complete
What we put out we get
It won’t stop
It just keeps eating
& repeating itself
****
In the dark, their invisible bond could be felt in smooth as silk touches. Velvet ropes pulling at their hearts in time.
****
Perennial auroras
painted across the horizon
The storm gathers far away
like a silent wolf
The city awakens
to a thunderous sun
****
Boulders fall on my shins
A charged conflict begins
  underneath sensitized skin
Temperatures rise
   awakening fireflies
****
the ocean swells
with every breath taken
releasing the former
thoughts of the night
to a gemstone sky
returning crashing waves
****
Courting comets
Tumbling through time
Ice and dust
Bitterness and longevity
Chasing through galaxies
Til love comes crashing down
****
The light is enough
You are a candle
in the dust storm
Spinning tendrils I can
easily be wrapped up in,
air I can breathe
****
Chariot comes every summer
Carries away the winter ones
Snow birds
pass sun birds
somewhere in the midwest
& I’m left alone
****

She sat on the porch
singing out
to the Ozarks
my innermost thoughts
& I cried icicle tears
because it meant
she did notice me
****
There’s not a corner of the world untouched by reminders of those
deep roots, stolen living spaces,
broken treaties before the ink
has dried
****
Uninvited pests
beg to share my space
and I give in and let them
because I once couch hopped
to avoid losing my life too
****
Crawl to the abandoned lot,
rust & goldenrod
I’m a lazy tumbleweed
I roll by to find you
drawing your love of the landscape
****
And we’ll fade out with the strumming of the old out of tune banjo as you back down the dirt driveway. I won’t cry. Winter wounds will heal.
****
The flow has turned
The chanting choir
of ever changing muses
bellows a new song
from the depths of desperation
to grace waiting pages
****
Knocking on
forbidden doors
with trepidation
This
not so hallowed
space
echoes
with forgotten prayers
& is etched
with names
of would be saints
****
Nature will not remain silent
Wait, watch
Mother’s ears prickle
Her heart still beats strong
So many cry & die
protecting her
****
Low as mud, names smeared
on bathroom walls,
italicized in cyberspace
Irrepressible, gentle mermaids sprout wings, soaring free
****
When my heart shudders
or,
plans a freefall dive
to the ground,
I think of suffering women
in my life who
still
stand strong
****
My tired arms are thankful
for the carrier pigeons
And the desert spiders,
small and helpful
Spinning their infinite
circles around me
****
Some days,
the comfort of the tiny box
Less words
to cut to the roots
Restless nights,
open plains of ash paper
More space
for mistakes
****
The night you died
without a sound
we waited
while the swallows, reborn,
walked on shaky ground
into the unforgiving dawn

****

Struggle & surrender

Let go & let
gravity win this battle

No choice
when you’re in the tightening grips
of the lightning within

****

How awareness of a heartbeat
can disappear, blood turning to dust

How stiff a tongue can get
when asked too many questions

****

Rowdy conversations
carry to all corners
on a stale night
Piecing bits
of them together can be
hilarious & terrifying
all at once

****

Actions
reverberated
so much louder
than
tiny mutterings
spread out on the table
Your tell
said not to
trust the river card
or you

****

Years passed, I saw her
finally
Surprised
by the smear of silver
in her hair
She looked smaller, delicate
Her proud smile
the same

****

The sky was smeared
with dripping watercolors

controlled by winds
Two crescent moon sails

head home as the heavy sun
hangs its lonely head

****

Carved in stone, you say
So why do you run away?
Be wind, unrestrained
Be a tempest, a fortuitous flame
But stay
Please stay

****

blood orchids
dark & lovely
Shiraz stained lips
& chocolate eyes
shining like oil
in the autumn moonlight
spill
on white sheets

****

A nightmare:
loud circus music
streaming from every
light source

You’re running
down an abandoned highway
and can’t see what’s
chasing you

****

She handled
the envelope like
an inferno

A torn letter
scattered,
falling like ashes

Remnants of
a disaster I
bared witness to

****

Topaz centers
burn a hole through me

I want to fade to gossamer
under your fierce stare

Silk catches flame quickly
with one subtle spark

****

By virtue of audacity
she flew,
breaking the sky,
making way
for a new voice,
stronger
& unwavering,
after a
near drowning
in ink

****

Love
on your birthday
Egrets have eaten your koi
but you say “that’s life”
Loss,
all the years I didn’t know you
I’ll reclaim

****

The rain caught me dancing
Clouds smiled
I splashed in puddles

Twirling like a top,
unafraid

Those were the days

****

Gardenia glen

The scene is more
yours than mine

I’m only a painted memory
on the wall of our old apartment
with a faded glow & torn edges

****

A dolphin
streamlining
under aquamarine sheen

The top boy swimmer at summer camp

He was a gleam,
a dream

He made girls jealous of water

****

bloodletting

cleanse your soul
by selling your sisters’ names

add them to the kindling
paranoia feeds off of accusations
of hysteria

****
Simple gestures of affection
A basket of chamomile
for our tea party
Petals pulled from your
birthday carnations
for me
All for me

****

a hedonistic escape

the beat poets
on a Sunday

our blood refuses assimilation
and our damaged kidneys
filter out frustration

****

Warning
in cumulus clouds

Prelude
to a day where shadows billow

Sheets
on the clothesline

Sky
taunts with a grey edge

****

Pushing through
Making waves
Madly pursuing

She’s running, running

A silver net cast into her indigo sea
Hold me
Come up empty

****

Gone like September
Moongazing
Wrapped up in phone cords

My eyes were never wider
I said you’d live for a long time
I’m sorry

****

See the mama bird
So elusive
Like a summer Sunday morning
Hardly ever seen
Sometimes nights just keep you
Babies scream & feed
****

the in between phases
sleep/awake
when you’re running on empty
the haze holds depths
you never knew you
were capable of
****

so close
I could feel
when you’ve
been in a room
I knew that one night
when you hid by the moon
& pretended not to hear
our song playing
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Haiku:



Oh, she’s delicate
Crumbling to bits over his
soft breath on her neck

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VSS (Very Short Stories):



We read Whitman on his birthday. Poetic lullabies to help quiet my thoughts. But it’s like Walt’s here, writing about now & I’m restless.
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The hurricane called from the road.
Said he hooked up
with a tornado in Kansas City.
Better batten down the hatches.
They’re dropping by.
****
“Dream”
Making contact. Wolf. Fire.
My ancestors in a blue dream.
****
A rampant pestilence has inhabited the planet. They stare at screens, change meaning of language, & destroy, destroy, destroy.

****
The girl, light as air, dancing with the dragonflies, has grown. Now a star woman, sleeping in the warm embrace of the cosmos.
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After the famous race, Tortoise & Hare became friends & hit the road with their magic act. Hare insists on pulling Tortoise from his hat.
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WIP (Works in Progress): Bonus sneak peek lines from what I’m working on! 🙂



Dignity. It always dies before the body no matter what they tell you. If you live with anything uncontrollable, you know what I mean.
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