A glorious supper,
the final feast…
as the roots burrow
and decompose
the “Me.”
The Good Girl
The old girl
of fourteen summers
stood facing
the wind.
The Cutting Box
One thousand cuts,
drip-dry, spot-by-spot…
I haven’t bled to death,
but I am so, so tired
of hearing the thunder
from those anguished drops.
Oars in the Muck
Pull your oar
from the muck,
where stayed
in static,
you’d been
stuck.
The Unforgiving Sea
Grown in the water,
born soaking wet,
I am a creature
of the sea. Continue reading “The Unforgiving Sea”
The Anguish Cup
Hemp rope, bind
the chafing-tether,
tight to the stem,
and other-ended,
snugly wrist-wound,
make the scar tissue
crack and bleed,
regardless of whether
each move was gentle
or as light as a feather. Continue reading “The Anguish Cup”
Spellbound
I am spellbound by you, Héloïse.
The warmth of your gentle hand
lingers on my cheek. Continue reading “Spellbound”
The Lingering Dust
Delicate blessings,
borne by gentle winds,
spiral, twist, and alight
‘midst rustling oak tresses,
as Autumn’s kiss sinks in. Continue reading “The Lingering Dust”
Bedtime for the Babe
The ever-bratty babe,
young kid-sister, Summer,
howled and stamped her feet,
furiously and red-cheeked,
at the scalding indignity
of Autumn’s timely arrival,
finally and carried lightly
by such a soothing breeze. Continue reading “Bedtime for the Babe”
Peace in the Light
The sun warms our cheeks
and the trees bend to the breeze.
Old sun warms our cheeks
…peace in the light. Continue reading “Peace in the Light”
Broken Black Light
Her whispered love
is like dynamite. Continue reading “Broken Black Light”
Woodsmoke
In her eyes,
green hills roll,
woodsmoke-tinge
grays the edge,
reminding
lonesome hearts
of wood stoves,
wool blankets,
and stillness. Continue reading “Woodsmoke”