February 19, 2022 · 6:49 PM
His honeyed voice soothes
My aching psyche
His bright smile provides
His twinkling eyes beg
I run to him on slippered feet and place my palm on his chest.
The steady rhythm of his heart puts my wearied mind at rest.
February 19, 2022 · 3:40 PM
I gave birth today
Not from my barren womb,
but from my heart strong and my soul true
My fingertips gripped the pencil, poised over unlined paper
I had to press down hard to deliver my racing thoughts
and tore a hole right through the middle of the page
But on I wrote
When I went to read my creation
I found the letters had shifted into unrecognizable garble
I jiggled the paper to reorganize my reflections
Still the patterns seem to spell no word
Had I been fleeced of original thought?
I shook and waved the crumpled paper more and to my horror
I saw that I was continuously dropping syllables
At this rate my poem was sure to perish
as surely as apples that wilt and wither with blight
And so now I’ve had to adopt some sort of ad-lib
Some off the cuff step-child and pass it off as art
August 31, 2021 · 5:54 PM
How wicked of a thought must you have to jostle a mind already organically filled with evil?
What is your terrible longing?
Piercing butterflies to save and study beauty you will never possess?
Plucking feathers from wee birds because you will never fly?
The truth is no matter how much you ply yourself with alcohol and other forms of courage I will always call your bluff.
You hit me in the face with your fistful of bad words but just what do you think you shall inflict on me with your vulgarity?
You are as threatening as a damp sweatshirt.
I am not afraid of you.
August 5, 2021 · 9:58 PM
Another murdered midnight
under a starless sky
The words between us hang heavy
like the weight of the secrets we keep
Love is a cruel deception
for creatures such as we,
living in perpetual drought
If I could only tell you the toll it takes
being one of your lost causes
I hate it, though neither of us is innocent
The truth echoes among us
When I close my eyes the red rope tightens
I think of all the things we do in the dark
the silence sings as the rain starts
July 24, 2021 · 10:46 AM
She was dying so slowly from the poison that she never even felt ill. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that she had never felt well but she just didn’t have a point of reference.
If one is always in the darkness do they miss the light? Even if they’ve never experienced it?
Yes, yes they do. She had dreams and fantasies of course but never the energy to even attempt them. Her imagination was the only part of her that was truly alive and reading fueled her.
She at the moment was living a stationary life, too weak and limp to even get herself out of bed. But in her mind she was hiking up mountain trails, riding wild horses and visiting big cities with immense skyscrapers she only ever read about.
She heard the comings and goings in the rest of the house and wanted to know what was happening, maybe even be included for once and she tried to call out but found herself too hoarse to manage more than a whisper. A voice fades from lack of use.
She once again found comfort by carefully unfolding the tattered and yellowed piece of stationery that she always kept on her. Within its creases she spied the tiny pill, its presence reassuring. She still had some control and when she was ready she would go on her own terms.
February 28, 2021 · 3:37 PM
hungrily lick the tunnel walls
as flickering flames dance ‘round and ‘round
their unwitting victims with skin blistered and charred
singing, “ashes, ashes they all fall down”
in our haste to find the light at the end of the tunnel…
we forgot to read the small print.
January 23, 2021 · 2:34 PM
gentle gloomy sky
a compassionate witness
to my fragile state of mind
January 23, 2021 · 2:17 PM
weak winter sunshine
does little to pierce the veil
this mourning morning