I don’t text you I go to the coffee shop I play video games I pet the cat I don’t text you I masturbate I drive to the river I lie in the sun I buy groceries I don’t text you I make dinner I watch tv I play with the cat I look at… Continue reading Quitting
Tag: poetry
We Are
I wrote and recorded this poem at an extremely magical time and place in my life. Do you feel it as you listen?
Overfull
Waking up from a dream of being unable to breathe, a longing for air having forgotten how to draw breath, I am wracked Chaos clarifying in the space of an hour, becoming still so I can look down and see the intricate life below the surface of the water The rain which filled my mouth… Continue reading Overfull
remember
that first walk in the woods snow underfoot your eyebrows dark slashes of punctuation stark as the trees cutting the December sky you told me your father hated women and your mother hated you a current of energy disturbed and seduced me I loved you immediately you wept the very next morning we picked out… Continue reading remember
Rewind
Letting you go When so much of me is begging me To beg you to stay There must be unanimity But if I could I would Rewind time to fifteen minutes ago When my cheek was on your shoulder And then back again to an hour ago when I heard The sound of the door … Continue reading Rewind
Illumination
storms gather above the treetops dark and swaying alive with a story The crows swirl and settle swirl and settle black snow thrown up from a bicycle tire the first fat drops of rain fall cold and heavy with foreboding or with promise There Will Be More the air is cool and thick my hair… Continue reading Illumination
It Is
I ran to the river I walked in up to my waist I let fall the pebbles I had been carrying To my surprise they did not sink But dissolved straight away Coming undone there in the water I thought about my life coming undone All the rooms I’ve had All the dishes I’ve washed… Continue reading It Is
The Back Steps
Gold light streams at a low angle through the trees Heavy on my eyelids as if I am dazed Each falling leaf a glowing yellow page breathing A story we’ve been telling all our lives Your voice takes me back through the channel A deep ocean river of time flowing forever From your impossibly green… Continue reading The Back Steps
Change
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
Being
The ground is warm and wet against my back Meadow grasses folding softly around me My hair lacing 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
Queen of Elves 