At 33 now my body aches the bend of my elbows turns my hands cold as ice my wrists cramp with every mouse click my fingers stiffen with each key pressed and my knees, too! Howling under the desk and my boney feet, even so frigid and so hard. there is no beauty in a lack of blood flow no glory in joints that creak and moan. I’ll not have the stoic gray hair to justify to fill the aches with grace to speak with a voice of wisdom I’ll not have the pause…read more
We set our clocks back Return to the lie Now the drive home is dark, melancholy. Boney limbs reach out to a gray- blue sky Shadows of their former selves in the absence of the light. This post is a part of the #tenminute challenge. To learn more visit: Ten Minute Challenge and join the movement! #TENMINUTE WRITING PROMPT: Daylight saving can be a huge disruption in many people’s lives. Do they practice daylight saving where you’re from? If so, write for a few minutes about the effects of…read more
We must learn to love ourselves enough to be alone to be happy in the absence of everyone and everything except our own bodies our own hearts within our own chests our own blood our steady breathing. We must learn to love ourselves enough with a certain curiosity about our own thoughts -intangible and our own abilities -unrealized the unseen potential of our boundless minds- To become engrossed in a conversation with our souls and sit back, nodding quietly impressed by the dialogue. We must learn to love ourselves enough,…read more
I. Last night a blood moon Super moon eclipse I watched it dim through a double lens Until sleep overtook me We talked about the graptitude of the universe And minutiae of our existence Our bodies jutting out into space And a billion stars-like ghosts lingering II. Moons circling suns Supernova magnetism Our sun the center of one of millions And when the day arrives Some things will be altered And others destroyed The earth folded up, heavens revitalized We muse of the distance from our heavenly neighbors Like seeing…read more
I have not known silence: The dead of space Where meteors plummet through darkness Like water drops through black ink Stealth and undetected except the trail of light left glittering. I sit and meditate on words Try to to clank two together and create value, meaning Reflection of a thoughtful heart And I consider for a moment, remarking on the silence. Then the distant ring of cicadas crickets, traffic passing through the rain The fridge’s hum, fluorescent light computer towers, air conditioning my arms shifting across my thighs Cat kneading…read more
Gary reads and his voice is like wool Comforting, warm, and deep Like a rumble in your chest But softer, more soothing I think of the little old man Chain saw in hand Felling tall, graying pine trees And for a moment the scent is here Crisp, cool, astringent And slightly sweet He speaks of his late wife The little old Asian woman And I feel sad, consider his son, Kai, I think… Hope that he isn’t lonely.
The sun rises and the cat whines outside I know his routine, but I choose to write. There is a very long list of to-dos: empty accounts, unpaid bills, the responsibilities of parenthood looming in soft little breaths all around me. Our home creaks for attention, the subtle jingle of a ceiling fan I need to fix, pictures to hang, that broken drawer… most the food in boxes because I have yet to line the cabinets, sew bench cushions, polish the floors. And I know that he wants me, The…read more
The rain goes I cant don’t pause boxes of books to unload old journals that weep hopelessness bad marriages children we love but didn’t want It feels like I’m reading someone else’s words this poor girl, she’ll never get out how little she knows of life and faith her flickers of hope are only flickers its a wonder I’m still alive. here is a new life and I’m unpacking the past page by page the ink bleeding through the other side i would burn it up but I refuse to…read more
Listen to this poem: Betrayal leaves the deepest scar One we cannot see Only feel like a phantom limb Hanging there invisibly We stumble over it Bang it on tables and chairs Feel the pain radiating up Through bones and skin We reach down and grasp at nothing but air All the grand reassurances and promises Like thin gauze on a festering wound Healing nothing Only sticking to the sore There is no salve for a limb You cannot see No bandage No way to bind the flesh It is…read more
Go back and look at the small house the small room with the great window Go back and smell the fire burning hear the wood break beneath the weight of flame Go back and touch the round keys make your fingers stretch into each impression Go back to hear that mechanical click The muted sound of your own voice Go back to sift through piles of papers to layers of carpets on the cold wood floor Branches outside tapping the window The wind wailing at the coming storm Go back…read more
