Nightsong

It’s dark now Mother, and I can’t see a way out. Maybe this is my home after all. The place where everything is touched by grief. Where your spiders are weaving constantly to show me the majesty of a web, glistening in dim light only the Underworld knows. With the silence the monsters keep so … More Nightsong

Martyr

Author’s Note:I know my poems of late have been streams of consciousness more than anything. I have considered keeping them to myself, and many of them I do. But I feel moved to put something out into the world before I enter the next phase of my existence. I have cognitive impairment from a condition … More Martyr

Container

I am unbridled and raw somewhere under my skins. So many masks fashioned in requisite moments when lovelessness came with the threat of death,because no one can survive alone, and even hermits have the creatures and the trees. Underneath my skins, I am untempered and wild.   I can draw out your fears for feeding … More Container

Blood Bond

Author’s Note: I’ve been away getting ready to move state, and now I’m on the road, halfway to my new home. This piece was written last month as a goodbye to the place I was leaving. I have bled here. So strange to love a place for how much you lost there; For pieces of … More Blood Bond

Beneath the Ice

I am surprised I made it this long without hitting the ice above. Submerged so deep with no hope of a breath. No cracks to encourage me to bust through, or try. Maybe I grew a capacity while I was drowning.Maybe I can breathe differently now, so I don’t need to float up, pressed against the endless cold as if … More Beneath the Ice

Incarnation

Saturn’s girl never touched the earth because it was too heavy and she’d loose her wings. Until one day she heard the crying and forgot nothing is what it seems.Tears make streams that look like Angels’ wings when they reflect the clouds.She only wandered towards the sound, to touch the sadness and make it better some … More Incarnation

Autumn Whispers

The morning air whispers strongly of Autumn in my lungs. The Great impending Fall of all we no longer need. The return of moisture for the gift of breathing deeply, to smell the aromas of culminating soil and seeds, preparing for a grand sleep. The scents of raindrops caressing petals of plants who surrender their … More Autumn Whispers