In this piece, I was inspired by Laura Chalar’s “Over dark water - August 1820: The Shelleys move to Bagni di Pisa” and a line within that read “standing at the stern in dappled light.” Standing at the stern in dappled light, a shield slung across his back, heavy with iron and wood and muddy … Continue reading Battleship
1. still smooth pillowsalways coldmy half-empty bed 2. small wooden boxtoo heavyto have ashes inside 3. grey felt stockingwhite paw prints -- empty this year 4. don’t touch the pill boxresting on the windowsillmy last piece of him 5. Back door left openwarm for Novemberbegging winter – wait
National Poetry Month Entry #1 | Prompt: life as a metaphor Smooth, steady stride across new pavement fresh breeze rustling hair sun-warmed shoulders Measured, deliberate steps around disturbed earth dried thorns grabbing sleeves cold mud under fingernails Slow, unbalanced shuffle up the final hill wet socks rubbing blisters sweating, breathless and tired
Body like an hourglass slowly losing sand. Body like an avalanche things buried deep. Body like a breakfast cereal snap crackle pop-Pop-POP! Body like a pillow crumpled under arms. Body like a sheet pulled up to the chin. Body like a hardback read too many times. Body like mine, like swine so heavy-short-fat … Continue reading About a Body
I feel skinny today and I don't mean it like it probably sounds, so let me explain it to you you who don't know what it's like to feel like me unless... unless you do in which case I -- AM -- SORRY because feeling this way is not a walk in the park Well … Continue reading I Feel Skinny Today
Typewriter Moon 