Ask Again

Listen, breathe, taste rosehips, blackberries, submerge yourself in cold water, run until you drop: sweat, pant, then just lie there looking at the sky. Can you see the river splashing before your eyes? Listen and you will hear everyone talking at once.  Do you know…

Make Peace

I hated your tattoo. It took me years to make peace with it. When I finally did, you left me and had it covered up.

I Remembered the Stars

I suddenly remembered the stars- not the ones in the night sky but the ones you had tattooed on your arms while still in high school. You regretted them as soon as the needle stopped. Your buzz was wearing off, and they were the last…

If I Do

I can’t talk about what hurts me most. If I do I wallow in sadness and questions. Otherwise, I can pretend I’ve never had any troubles.

Hour Nine: Why I Hate Spiders

Hour Nine Prompt Warning: If you are afraid of spiders like I am, I suggest you don’t read this unless you are okay with having that paranoid feeling that a spider is on you when it isn’t. I know I am probably going to have…

Frog

Summer days are long and sunny. We children were outside–playing, laughing, running. Till afternoon clouds burst with warm, pelting rain. We sprinted for cover on the back porch swing.   “Run inside. Grab  your raincoats, Grandma said with an elbow nudge. “Go splash and play,” Then…

Human Touch

9:11 PM Human Touch Impersonal communications Convenience staying in touch Is it a real touch? a brush of letters? words weigh of feeling or just a brush stroke of letters pretty letters arranged to appease please Second guessing the communicator Get together Face time in…

Shawn’s Poem

Shawn’s Poem   I never choke her as we make   love. She reaches up to me, grabs   my tongue, and pulls out my spine.

Continental Drift

  The sun rises on grated brick As I skip To the click And beat of my feet Placed within my shoes made by an Indian woman Who is just like you. I carry a stone of green, malachite. It’s used so that my heart’s…

No Man’s Land (Hour 10)

NO MAN’S LAND Somewhere between sinner and saint, I reject the black and white brainwashing of religion. There’s too much grey to ignore, too much love withheld, and too much judgement cast. I live between the fine line of being lost and found, stumbling closer…