Here, in the last hour, I have no voice.
Before, I fought out my inadequacies
On this page,
Thorough and gut-spilling self-examination
Well-versed shots at my own heart
But this feels […]
2020 Hour #11: After Alice
I went down the rabbit hole
Following the heroine’s footsteps
But I didn’t need any magic potion
To measure my insignificance.
I settled in nicely at the Hatter […]
2020 Hour #10: Dirty Little Secret
I’m going to tell you a secret-
I don’t mind being locked down during the pandemic
I was made for just this type of isolation
Shaped small enough to fit in th […]
I feel that way most of the time too. Once in awhile I miss the occasional trip outside of my house with my daughters, but we talk a lot and being alone has always been what I did.
I feel like this also. It is comforting to see I am not alone in this thinking. Wonderful piece!
I have often felt guilty about feeling this way so grateful to know there are others who feel the same!
2020 Hour #9 Inertia Haiku
Fear infects my hand
Weakness strangles these small words
Erasing this page.
2020 Hour 8: Emoji Translation
But oh my love, my love, my love!
Will you not leave me be
Oh but for the bleeding to stop
To stem the flow of our unhappiness
You must break us into two
2020 Hour #7: Fistfight
Outside my window, a flag flies at the top of a building
And it plays a violent game of chicken with the wind.
When a breeze turns down my street
It transforms, shedding i […]
2020 Hour 6: Perfect Day
My wrist watch, high on something sassy and chilling out
Using its hands to knit a sweater for the sky
And giving the atomic clock the […]
There are so many beautiful images in this poem and so many of these resonate with me. I fell in love with the first stanza and your watch hands knitting the sky. Beautiful imagery! I am a wild walker so, your stanza about walking…”Active walking/ My feet have mapped out the city…” really resonated with me and touched my soul! Beautiful work!
Thank you Ingrid! I appreciate your kind comments!
2020 Hour #5: A Road in Argentina
On an overnight drive
From Mar Del Plata to Buenos Aires
I sat awake, entranced by the night sky;
The ceiling was erupting in massive bursts of light,
Even i […]
#4: Letter to my father
You would not like it here
The world is so far removed from what you remember
That you’d be sad, your head dropped down like I had seen it
Once or twice whe […]
#3: On walks during the pandemic
There is a cemetery across the street
And when this started, I’d walk there for exercise
Before the dead consumed us, these dead stood guard
Perhaps they knew wha […]
#3: Protective Gear
Fear starts the clock
Fear of the unknown
The persistent drag
Of self-awareness, always on the outside
Looking in […]
#1: Late Breaking Misogyny
As a woman, for the most part
I have been a failure.
This judgement, by itself
Evidence of years of self-inflicted terrorism
Against my own sex.
So when you ask me […]
Thank you so much for your thoughts!! This was my 12th and final hour poem and like the title said I was having writer’s block at that point and was getting frustrated and this was the result. I think Ginsberg was 100% correct-the words become your best friend and you cannot lie to them. I didn’t know at the time this was where the muse was going…[Read more]
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