She walks across the world In a dress of silver-blue Her train, you’ll find will drag behind One thousand miles, and two.
My mind brushed by dreams, Like willow branches floating, On the ponds surface.
I am a host To billions of tiny creatures Microorganisms living On and in my body features I am their home The landscape on which they persist My body is their mother Earth Do they even know I exist? Am I their God? Do they pray to me to live through antibiotic rounds I take … Continue reading
Reading my receipts reveals
A woman who works, who
Goes to gas stations and grocery stores getting
Tacos, tea, and tic tacs
The tanks will run down the 171, And folks on the roadside will cheer. They’ll come up from the base down near Killeen. Past others who look on with fear. The men will cry “Make America Great!” As they toss neighbors to the ground. Police in riot gear will pace the streets To make … Continue reading
A ray of sun. Light strikes the wall. Flowers bloom and glow. Worms wriggle in the rain. Boughs bend nesting an egg. Plants crisscrossed in an array beneath the sunlight where a former wallflower blooms beneath the glowworms smiling at rainbows as she chops eggplants to feed her young son. To feed her son … Continue reading
Mad is the poet in the wilderness, Crying at the moon for its brightness. Full of the pink of the cherry blossoms, falling like snow. Lost is the sculptor in creation, Tearing at the clay like a fireman. Digging to release the young maiden, hidden below. Quiet, the songwriter listens, Dumbstruck by the … Continue reading
Writing Poetry, Is distilling language down, to the very core.
A dream come true. A fairytale ending She had won her prince at last and moved into the shining castle. But her heart was still nestled in the cinders Black and cracked Something that crumbled in her hands. The white walls were sterile and empty Her love, a night’s enchantment So in the end, … Continue reading
There was a challenge on tumblr to make a poem about this print. This is my entry. The Blue Skull In the mud of a hollow well, my bones rotting lie in the darkness of the day Black bugs crawl through the digits of my toes digging holes in the place where flesh once lay … Continue reading