Category Archives: Poetry

Aftermath of the Swell

Aftermath of the Swell Sometimes your words dry up like soil in drought. Unearthed clumps of rusty brown clay feel like rocks. When clenched in a frustrated fist they turn to dust and slip through your fingertips leaving a meager … Continue reading

Posted in First Draft Friday, Poetry | Tagged , , | 1 Comment

Open Window

Open Window I’m sitting by the window watching wind blow, watching time go, watching cars go by. The street noise and the taxicabs can’t seem to reach me here. What if one day all the cars below were stopped in … Continue reading

Posted in First Draft Friday, Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Portentous Man

Portentous Man His speeches are portentous pedestal stepping hands waving in grandiose circles finger wagging from his tongue eyes on fire with conviction. He means what he says without question without introspection without compassion. A herald in the eye of … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | 1 Comment

What’s In the Mirror

What’s in the Mirror It’s morning again and I’m looking in the mirror. Natural curls of my hair cling to each other in fluffy waves on top and tight, smooth spirals underneath. I flip it forward, in front of my … Continue reading

Posted in First Draft Friday, Poetry | Tagged , , | 4 Comments

The Paper Shredder

The Paper Shredder apathy enters, unannounced, stage left demands a spotlight a flipped switch a mislabeled outlet a mischievous 3 year old a love letter accompanied by an old photo with no names on the back imaginary, invisible strips of … Continue reading

Posted in First Draft Friday, Poetry | Tagged , , | 2 Comments

Permission

Permission Mind the minor gaps in memory – traverse across them as dust caught in twilights gaze. Behold regret found in spaces between the light. Take a walk with awareness and embrace time, a gift from an Indian giver. Find … Continue reading

Posted in First Draft Friday, Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Dreamcatcher

Dreamcatcher A tangled web of twine tied round and round and I wound up bound by a hunter who had haunted me set the trap and stalked me through dense forests REM sleep. There is where I set up my … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , | 2 Comments