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
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
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
Typewriter Moon 