Gasolina (poem 2 of 12, half marathon)

Gasolina Smells like a flame Something that’s about to ignite Stings deep in the sinuses   Part of it is already Becoming something else, aerosol, evaporant.   Permissive, soaks into wood. No texture, as it touches my skin and starts to dissolve.   It takes…

Water

I think about it while I’m at work about slowly dipping myself into the hot steamy basin feeling my body submerged releasing the tension from the day from my aching throbbing self but I don’t. I tell patients all day long at the chronic pain…

Hour Two: Let the Fear Speak

Peek over that ledge but not too far lest you forget who you are: not one to take risks oh no not that too scared of the fall and what’s below or that you might fumble and tumble and make a splat and the world will…

Wake

Turning to feel your warmth in the cold damp earliest wakes of morning I am nourished by the sound of your breath and your body close It feels good to be home

I’ll Clean It Up After

How do I describe water the essential element of life Without it we grow faint and suffer I love it in a glass or a bubbly bath slipping under or running through my hair on purpose thirsty skin and shafts waiting for the lather in my hand I love it…

Oh Moderna

The booster’s needle pricks my arm Avoiding Covid, which causes harm. arm is a bit sore nothing more than a jab but it feels like a stab odd since I’m addicted to tattoos does the jab bother you?

The Headwaters of Hawksbill Creek

The Headwaters of Hawksbill Creek The creek, hidden in a low valley high in the Shenandoah Valley, Is a place of seclusion and ambiance made especially for me. I watch the hikers clad in t-shirts, shorts, suntan lotion, and sunglasses Amble up the well-worn trail…