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 built a tiny box inside my head, filled it with the small thoughts and little fears scattered like freckles on my soul. But it got too full. So I built a bigger box, with a pretty lid hinged like a treasure chest, and buried more things inside. I carved into the sides hard warnings … Continue reading April 30 : Culmination
Avocados Outlived by the fruit flies hovering as it ripens. Watermelon A field of drums-- born from sun and soil. Strawberries Hearts rolled in sugar to mask the bitterness inside. Tomato Thin skin somehow keeps the red from spilling out.
After a long day-- a longer pause. When the alarm goes off at 4:30 yes-- in the morning, and the shift starts at 6:30 half a county away and goes for who-knows-how-many more hours until my tired feet hit home... And then it's kids-that-aren't-even-mine and maybe a meeting and a moment to myself because dear god … Continue reading April 28 : On Living Well
Typewriter Moon 