Last night, as my mind was grasping at straws for a reason to be awake, it started narrating the pain flaring in my lower back and hips. Turning it into words. Into poetry. Little visual metaphors born from the feeling of pain itself. My mind screamed about it long enough that I finally picked up … Continue reading poems lost between midnight and morning…
words swarmingstinging for attentionnot in turnen masse. if I couldI’d compile themcollect themalign themfor battlefor beautyfor sense. alas I never will write a poemyou know… because of the tism.
I’d make a list for youOf all the things that are sadBut where would I start? What’s sad in the worldWhat’s sad in the countryWhat’s sad in the cityWhat’s sad on my blockWhat’s sad in my houseWhat’s sad in me? I don’t have the years to write out every bit of sadness.Here or anywhere. It’s … Continue reading poetry time: what’s sad
I’ve never been comfortable in stillness the aching awareness of one place with no motion you can feel everything the eeriness of it the yearning to move the ache where your body rests on the world just so. Just so still and while I lay still my mind would do loops as the world moved … Continue reading in stillness…
Sometimes just sitting and working things make their way into your conscious mind. Who knows from where the come. It could be anywhere. A look across the table, a penny lying in the street, a particularly intricate spiderweb covered in dew, a word, the sound of a plane overhead or a vivid dream recalled from … Continue reading the one less traveled…
For the most part my resurgence in posting as of late is just me diving back into myself. Allowing me a chance to be me for a while and to work with something I love. Words. My love affair with words started when I was young. Very young. When my older brother started reading I … Continue reading it’s a poem… just deal with it
Aside from a few common physical characteristics that we share, I often find my daughter's similarities to me to be among her most difficult traits. As much as I am proud of her for so willfully being her own person, it makes her a difficult child to parent especially when we're both so determined to … Continue reading likeness
I've been cleaning out my office space instead of writing, in celebration of that I thought I would reach into one of these two huge file folders filled with poetry and share one from 1996: And drowsy wishing for that half sleep I wait for what will come to take me away as I know … Continue reading clean up special
In fits and starts It’s always the way they come to me Sometimes pouring down and drowning my thoughts Fixing me in just such a spot That I’m helpless until I release them. Pinned in place with no release The friction causing as much tension in my body As it does in my mind the … Continue reading I can’t write a post so you get poetry instead…
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