@saraybactive 9 months, 2 weeks ago
Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched were so […]
Brain Wrote to Heart:
Hey idiot, you do us no favors
when you long for him
pine for him,
obsess over him, how tedious!
Do I make myself clear?
You think he is a ladder to a higher p […]
Like how you changed it up to be one part of yourself writing a letter to another part of yourself – this allowed for a more poetic response. Liked the line: He is a stone
that we must carry, so you can
stand on it and dream…
Captures the idea of heart and head coming together so we can make better choices for ourselves 🙂
Father’s Day Hike
We drink coffee out of a styrofoam cup
and water from a canteen. You gave up
Irish whiskey and scotch and now
gripe about it constantly.
But we both know […]
I Know This Much Is True
I am surrounded by lies and liars.
My social security number has not, in fact, been frozen,
and I cannot lose weight by giving up bananas.
The president will no […]
In my right hand
a pen, a passport,
a sheaf of stories to fly me round the world
In my left hand
a photo, messages, promises
maybe, maybe this time, maybe he will.
In the center, a f […]
The scent of warm redwood and pine
and golden light dripping between the branches
of a California forest afternoon
and you lean back in your chair
beer in hand,
and sigh contentedly with the […]
Sliding Sonnet for a Side-Bitch
The air is cold, the night is deep
and I on bended haunches creep
like feral dog, to where you sleep
more like than not, untroubled
I express a desperate w […]
I was playing 3-person Hearts
and, for once, not even thinking of you.
To my right was my dead father,
to my left, Death himself. I couldn’t see his face
but his hands were white and […]
Dew-wet pink petal
once fallen from the rose, you
can never return.
Scent of cold and rotting flowers
The brute exhaustion that sleep feeds
but never sates completely
the stealthy dawn
the light creeps around the […]
If there were an incantation I could use
Sigils drawn on black flagstone
Or blood at dawn on a granite slab
chants of words forbidden that stab the tongue and burn the throat
a rattle made of dragons’ […]
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