Today I noticed our old path Where we used to walk after school In the thin gray light of winter days Grown sparse and strange The branches spindly The grasses threadbare Even the shadows were shadows Of their former selves No longer holding unknown entities Antagonists of our inner narratives But simply places Where light… Continue reading Change
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Being (audio)
Trying something new with voice recordings of me reading my poems. Let me know if you enjoy this!
Being
The ground is warm and wet against my back Meadow grasses folding softly around me My hair threading through them, becoming part of the world Cicadas carry this rendering on their ceaseless song A heavy buzz that you were not able to hear White noise turned golden with the summer sun A billion tender green… Continue reading Being
My Love is a Planet
fingers sinking feeling squishing I gather the springy coils of your curls and my palm remembers moss damp organic spongy thick yielding softly sapling sighing smushing my face into yours breathing you in my nose remembers the wholeness of your body and your vines are twining round me so now my branches grow in spirals… Continue reading My Love is a Planet
The Dream
In the dream my brother tells me Love is All A revelation unfolds in my chest A memory made new clothed in his voice We are crossing a river that carves Through a honey-colored canyon Of striated sun-drenched stone A black goat stands in the shallows and watches As I gather up the layers of… Continue reading The Dream
A Place in the Forest, Part VI
“I’m ready now,” Ivan said. “I want you to show me today.” Mava looked up from where she was planted on hands and knees with her nose nearly brushing the moss, studying a pair of tiny snails with rose-pink shells and pearlescent flesh. Her small horns twitched in Ivan’s direction and he noted that although… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part VI
Nostalgia
Summer’s languishing end Makes me a child again I have just become aware Of this thing called Time I am realizing suddenly That Forever is so brief That life is coming to claim me The hours are no longer mine My feet are cold standing On the sun-drenched asphalt My hands are dirty clutching A… Continue reading Nostalgia
A Place in the Forest, Part V
Mava sat at the edge of the rock pool, her feet submerged in the cold crystal water, letting the raindrops pelt her. The pattering of rain blended together with the rush of the waterfall and the susurration of the trees, creating a smooth wall of sound on which her thoughts skated. But no matter how… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part V
The Poem
There was a poem on my bedroom wall It was about outer space and being in love Erotic in the way that only metaphors can be I would read it in a rush Holding my breath until the last line And then I would read it again Because it was a perfect thing And as… Continue reading The Poem
A Place in the Forest, Part IV
A branch snapped loudly beneath Ivan’s foot, hidden by the carpeting of brown leaves that covered the forest floor. He froze and held his breath, listening intently. He was conducting an experiment; he wanted to find out how close he could get to Mava’s clearing without her sensing him. Every time he went there she… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part IV
Queen of Elves 