Tag Archive: poetry

Tyger

Tiger tiger, burning bright In my closet while I write. Will I share you with the world Or keep you hidden from its might? In closets deep and skies so fair I catch… Continue reading

Starlight

Dusky love, skies. Dusty love, bound pages. Love. Filmy evening skies make it hard for me to read by starlight. But still I try. My eyes sting and burn. I strain. I need… Continue reading

Small moments

Calm of sorts, Wide wide eyes Sweat, stress, tight. Breathing. My internal mind becomes tightly focused. I pretend. And I am good at it. I bet you didn’t know that I was this… Continue reading

Huge giant parenting fail

Summer vacation is that time of the year where small boys, whose Dads are teachers, stay home all summer and do fun things. Or at least I think that’s the general idea. Summer… Continue reading

Jacaranda

Mmm{sigh}hm Small, unexplained nails on my bed Jacaranda blossoms showering down on me as I walk under enveloping limbs Really sticky fingers Crack of dawn, endless, No endless. Seriously endless tears. Battle Royale… Continue reading

Le ciel, mon coeur

Bending. Flexible. Fluid. {dreams of yoga, from years past fill my mind and calm me} Breathe. {seriously. deep-breathe. inhale. decompress.} Cleanse. {sad sweet faces stare at me. repeatedly.} Cleanse deux. {oh Eleanor} Les… Continue reading

My grandmother’s silver is nothing like the sun

Out of the corner of my eye, silver flashes. Reflects. Silver. Moves. Blue. I planted a pinwheel in my living room. I hate saying twinkle. Or sparkle. Or shine. Ifeellikethesearewordshijackedbyvampires I glance over… Continue reading

Poached and wilted

I sat. As I sat, I lay back. Resting my head on the edge of the couch and closing my eyes. Darkness descended with the slow sweep of my lashes. I inhaled. So… Continue reading

Animal sentinels

Prior to sleep this evening, I watched a movie about mines. And so I thought about canaries… While I watched people shot and killed. Canaries are victims too. Are they still? In mines.… Continue reading

Sanity: A Poem (sort of)

It’s a Friday night affair I sit in the dark, listening to the sounds of revelry coming from the second floor As my son joyfully reads with his father. And when I say… Continue reading

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