She is made of a framework weary from the chemicals to cure her rare illness. Dirty blonde hair hangs just below her shoulders, beautifully combed and pinned away from her face in a red bow. A presence of pure compassion emanates from her frail bones cloth’d in pink and white. Situated on her chest, aContinue reading “A Heart Holding Life”
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Discerning the Darkness
The darkness has been calling It has been calling for awhile butI have spent so much time afraidAfraid that the darkness would consume me, Spit me out, dead in the water, Just like my brother. In the fear I sought out only the lightFrom external beams, leaving my eyesCrusted, dry and forever open. The divine mother has been calling, AttemptingContinue reading “Discerning the Darkness”
Dream #4
Leg hitched the wrong way around a horses neck, reigns wrapped around my waist, an uncontrollable pace throttles my unsteady conviction and peripheral vision forward as I panic to right myself or fall to my death down this grassy knoll. The group waits at the shore to embark on a boat with no rules. Fuck who you want and when it re situates it’s anchor weContinue reading “Dream #4”
Poem #37
Waves of frozen air whip across glittering groundThe sun in our eyes-before the melt Peanuts on the groundWaxing moon hung in the skyThe sun in our eyes-after the melt
Poem #120
My propelling arms swish at an eager dogs pace, lightfades into stretched limbs.
Poem #26
This year around the sunI found my voice and spoke it, rooted in love, love-Rowe
Dream #25
Celebratory groupings in all blackhuddle at the bar and around small tables lined in purple lights, rotatingdancers morph into new beings as theylaugh in high octaves, around the cornerstairs tight curve upward toward a crowdedexit, blocked by a steady flow of black tiecouples stumbling in drunken demeanors from rejection lurking in the dark confines of weighted expectations. AContinue reading “Dream #25”
Dream #212
Deep tracks in deep snowlead us toward the mountainsdrifting snow banks consume ourcar, red spotlight in a blank canvasgrows smaller as we venture With purpose, ankles ache in the thick boots on stiff ground. She smilesthe whole way, laughing at ourcircumstance, how am I so stiff?Our final stretch forked in two menwaiting for a revelation, are weContinue reading “Dream #212”
Dream #331
Waiting at the end of our worn out private drivechildren running off theirend of the school day energywe wait. Your pile of dictionariescan provide no word that fullycaptures the regret of 31 yearsaway from her. I don’t know whyI am feeling so empathetic towardsyou, a stranger, but here we are waiting, together. You ask for a hugandContinue reading “Dream #331”
Dream #14
Heart beats in time with the pounding waves of worry at the base of my neck,lost to the questioning – am I alive or dead? The voices beyondthe veil speculate my outcomein the pause of each breath.Are they figments or beings?Are they friends or are they foes?Swimming in the shadows behindmy closed eyes they whisper andshake loose theContinue reading “Dream #14”
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