“Paradise”

“Paradise” Ah, my bed! I’ve missed you. It’s been a long day, Have you missed me?   The sweet release of tension, As I climb beneath your sheets, The way you caress my head as I close my eyes, And drift peacefully off to sleep….

hour 19 reflections

i am a jar of mixed beads filled with odds and ends hoping for the needle to find a match when i string pieces of me together to make images in glass fit for ceremony

Ribbons

I can’t breath For the gauze stuck in my lungs Inhaling streamers Exhaling tissues It comes out of me and hangs about my head and face Even if you can’t see me It’s a real miasma The coursers of ribbons Stuck around my face Get…

sacrifice – 19 of 24

she says she is sorry while she digs her grave medusa-thick with clever snakes she has six mirrors in every room so she never looks at you every day, she wakes up, cold-blooded and picks at her scales she knows the doom and has forfeited…

Selfie Filters (Hour 19)

Your body’s story slips from behind the words you want me to see. The folds of skin pulled tight, angled in the hand held mirror camera lens, transparent as the plastic screen saver you project. Your body’s story is a nest of hornets burrowed in…

Dear Future Love Hour 21

Dear Future Love, Why do we always meet in this way? You on the other end of this page and I wondering if and when and where we will meet. How will I know it is you? How will you recognize me? Will my mind…

HOUR 20 The Caged Bird’s Aria

The Caged Bird’s Aria Dependent on the doting demon that enslaved me, Crippled by his steady hand, pain thwarted, By that which he administers cautiously, Ensuring perpetual imprisonment. Dyer-Bolique removed an unwanted lower limb, Chaining body and soul indefinitely to him, His silent whispers mouth…

Hour 19: A Snapshot of Me

Through the years I have been many things A child, teenager, adult, daughter, sister, mother. As time has passed, I have dipped my hand into Many different tasks, learning from each. I have worked hard to make others comfortable Using my voice and gentle wit….

dance

your feet fly over the stage in the rhythm of sacrifice arms linked, there is histroy here, there            is pressure on your          toe but               also pressure to       …