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
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
Full sunshine warming winter-weary grass, Ready to throw open the windows and invite in the air. Inside is cool and quiet-- we fall asleep on accident. Dancing tree limbs sprinkled with new buds, Ants stealing crumbs from around flip flopped feet. Yesterday we said goodbye to our overcoats.
A blustery Sunday afternoon, snow falling in fat too-wet-to-stay flakes mixing with slow raindrops more typical of early spring. I'm bundled inside a worn leather booth, warmed by the industrial heater vent above me and the pitcher of boozy lemonade sweating on the table. A lazy hour ticks by and I'm swimming in it now, … Continue reading April 8 : Sunday in Spring
It's said that the circumstances of birth-- the day, the music, the time, even the particular position of the stars far above our heads, leave fingerprints on our newly blossomed souls. When we open our mouths to gulp that first taste of air-- so sterile and electric, Leto swaddles us in a blanket woven by … Continue reading April 1 : Welcome
Typewriter Moon 