18 09, 2016

Dandelion grief

By | September 18th, 2016|Fertility, Grief, Mothers, Pain, Poetry|0 Comments

When the tears have stopped, if only momentarily, and the cling wrap of your sadness stretches Just so that You can feel the reach of your ribs on the flight of your breath, pick up your dandelion grief and make a wish, or if that's out of question   Hold it into the wind and [...]

26 08, 2016

Bulls eye

By | August 26th, 2016|Body, Courage, Pain, Poetry|0 Comments

"How much do I owe you?" you managed to ask, almost choking on the nose around your neck And the man named his price and released you out of this god-forsaken room on legs that obeyed a command long forgotten.   Or forbidden because of the fear they've felt and the shame they've been dealt [...]

6 08, 2016

Approximation

By | August 6th, 2016|Desire, Poetry|0 Comments

This, you could count on- that the church bell every quarter hour meters out Day and night. Singing metal claimed from within the sheltering hills around town By men, poor and plain, with nothing but the sigh of a light the size of a matchbox, Three hundred years ago.   How did they find what [...]

28 07, 2016

The weight of the world

By | July 28th, 2016|Grief, Poetry|0 Comments

As of yesterday The weight of the world has increased by Untold secrets Careless speaking Held grudges Blatant judgment Missed opportunities Unspoken apologies Wounds unattended Unremitting shame.   This measurement is proportional to the radius two people could comfortably inhabit with outstretched arms multiplied by seven billion But don't.    

22 07, 2016

We had it all wrong

By | July 22nd, 2016|Grief, Poetry|0 Comments

We had it all wrong. The battles, the stories, the justifications Yellowed pages in a history book we're embarrassed to admit we once committed to memory.   This is the curse of the still living in tailored black suits lined up at the grave. The role of the villain, the saint, the victim, the convict [...]

22 07, 2016

The morning after

By | July 22nd, 2016|Grief, Pain, Poetry|0 Comments

They said the sky was blue with no trace of a cloud Drunkenly pure A sea of summer prayers.   They also say as above so below As the Father the Mother heavenly, an unbreakable promise joined at the heart.   Who can blame us then, the surviving, for making up stories that suit our [...]

13 07, 2016

Tell me about your losses

By | July 13th, 2016|Grief, Poetry|0 Comments

Tell me about your losses what has brought you sorrow what alienated, robbed and wounded you and tore the veil of time, irreparably.   Tell me about the wound that doesn't heal that refuses to close, stubborn, like a nail on a cross.   Did legions of darkness enter besieging your sacred heart? Did you [...]

18 04, 2016

Thousand dollar poem

By | April 18th, 2016|Poetry|0 Comments

1 Victory! How sweet the sound of Victory (or was it Hope, her older sister?) when the fever broke (briefly) as dawn approached on the fourth day. The promise of effortless being! The gift of taste, ebullient mingle of life-sustaining pleasures … returned. The gift to swallow, in sweet self-absorption, like a breeze on a [...]

18 04, 2016

Night weaver

By | April 18th, 2016|Poetry|0 Comments

Another vignette I wrote for the Halloween Enchantment Festival of 2014. It's the story of the Night Weaver. (Night Weaver stands at a big loom with long drapes of black cloth.) 1 What a busy time of year it is for me, the night-time weaver! I need to make long yards of cloth to fill [...]

18 04, 2016

Winter’s lullaby

By | April 18th, 2016|Poetry|0 Comments

I wrote this vignette for a Halloween festival at my daughters' school in 2013. It's the song of an overworked gnome who is put in charge to write a lullaby for the plants to go to sleep as fall is coming. (Gnome sits on desk with paper and quill composing, crumpling up papers and throwing [...]