Trust the rain will come |
If I had one defense it'd be windshield wipers to navigate through my tears,through the heaviness, through the most lost parts of me.Quit complimenting these sad eyes.Quit saying that I'll change.Quit...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Aug 2009 14:54:00 GMT |
Dox |
It's the first night that my kids are out of town that I feel lost, nine days
after our many hugs goodbye. I'm
fighting sleep like it's an enemy.
I hate the feeling of tangled sheets around my ca...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Jun 2009 19:59:00 GMT |
The Storm Inside |
Its noon on Saturday and the air is made of rain today. My mind is like the traffic on the soggy street, not so quiet. Tomorrows Sunday and my father will have erased me from where he penciled m...
Posted by on Fri, 08 May 2009 20:40:00 GMT |
Little Bouquets |
Easter doesnt start until I kiss them hello,and the lampposts outside each have their own halo like rings around the moon in winter.They give me little bouquets from a tea party, coming home in lace ...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Apr 2009 19:29:00 GMT |
Rust |
Can I repair this?Can I? Can I?I go through days,with hammer and nails in hand.I go through months with screws and glue and paint.Can I repair this?Can it be done?But when years have passedI know I ca...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Mar 2009 14:21:00 GMT |
Hearts |
When I was married, I thought we had the same heart. Maybe thats what blinded me so much. We were young and undeveloped. Maybe my heart was spilling into his, and his mine. They were juxtaposed, ...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 07:07:00 GMT |
feel |
Beinga feeling beingcompels meto move towards youI hope you ____ the sameas words falloff the page they liearound us like the clothes on the floorand the quiet that's seeped into our room.I ca...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Mar 2009 10:00:00 GMT |
March 4th |
The only thing winterized is the scarf around her neck;hues changing from bold autumn to dismal winter grays.And in the spring, to sweet sanguine flowers unsettling the thawing, saturated soil.Skin so...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 17:32:00 GMT |
Inspired by Yeats as he so might do |
The day is fresh, in a sense as days go.There's not yet born for things to linger on.Though from the cold a kindled wood emerges,and warms the depths of night's forgotten phrases.In whispers, we're ju...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Feb 2009 09:33:00 GMT |
no title |
She jumps out of the car before they even reach the Kiss and Ride.Hush- don't think about what happens next,because when they are without eachother,the world doesn't exist.
Posted by on Thu, 19 Feb 2009 17:24:00 GMT |
