Tidal
I want to stroke
Your hair
And feel the sigh
Of you
That breaks into me.
You are bigger
Than me,
But I hold you
In my arms
Like a monsoon
I’ve captured.
I am
Poseidon.
I can handle
Your waves.
Two Rivers
Two Rivers
Wend their way
One gentle, one
Rapid
I shiver
Vacillating between
Events or home
Rapid or gentle
Save confined or ..
Quandary – 1 of 24
all I can say is that
cruelty was leaking out of you
but I had no empty buckets
within arms’ reach so I
had to swallow all of it
mouth agape, taking in
hundreds of ounces of
such loathsome stuff
turning myself inside out
to scrub at intervals
hoping I could sleep
underneath your ceiling
without it caving in
waking up with
polystyrene between my teeth
your mistake was believing
that I was the one
making the mess
simply because I could not
house all of it
you were spitting so much
contempt
and I met my body’s limits
so by Sunday, I was swollen
with your nonsense and
I had to purge my hope
to make room for it.
My Autumn
She watches the wind
chase the grass
Listens to the birds
tweet about the day
Her eyes grow so big
her ears go side to side
Her belly grows so wide
she wobbles along
No longer able to pounce
just waits to be served
She’s still so sweet
my pregnant kitty
Shade
Shadows and light dance in winged flight
across the tapestry of every mind in sight
different every view
i couldn’t begin to fathom what’s in your heart and so why try to understand your mind?
Walk under ladders, step on the cracks Sidestepping wont bring you anywhere but back…
What are you trying to hide?
So this is how it ends
Mitch Brown
#1
The signs were all there, but no one saw
Feelings hurt, emotions raw
The timing perfect, the gaping maw
The planning perfect, with just one flaw
So into the darkened future I head
Full of promise, yet full of dread
Thoughts of revenge run through my head
Thoughts that someone ends up dead
But in the end, cold reason prevails
Though things were tough on my poor nails
I see what was, and where led the trails
Start always again, when one thing fails
So the end of all good things
The end of promises and rings
The completion of a life that sings
We’ll just see what tomorrow brings
Yemenia
Her look suggested I’d asked her to move to Yemen “I’m not throwing this out.” She placed it gently on a nearby table. “I’m keeping it”. “It’ll melt, brainiac.”
Rose plopped nearly busing tray back on the rack. I love you, Mike, but I worry about you. This tea belongs to Daniel Otis, Daniel Otis.
That’s going in the freezer. And I don’t care if they make a pay for this glass, also. She laugh, while she writes on a piece of paper.
Announcing,
Just how disturbed they are. Doubles the portions. Depart us from them all. Leads us, and along with something much more deeper to stand up to.
Little do they know.
Daniel Otis.
Will always be apart of this family celebrity tea. Give away. Working tomorrow. Sipping on iced peppermint tea. Stars and Celebrities.
Hour 1: Resiliency
This morning I opened my eyes.
I stretched…
I smiled…
Freedom!
A beautiful day with the rooster crowing
His perfectly obnoxious cry.
A new day.
A new start.
To the “best summer ever.”
The last year has been chaotic.
School in pandemic times.
Isolation…
Zooms…
Worry…
Yesterday morning I opened my eyes.
Bittersweet emotions…
Saying goodbye…
The end of a crazy year.
The Sun’s Dinner
The sun is making
it’s dinner.
It is yet not
done through
as everything in the tagine
is moving slowly
from that distance.
Philip V. Coombs 9-10pm.
Hour 1: My Personal Hell
Hell is not a place
It is a heart
One that beats too many times a minute
At the thought of you.
It’s telling myself to be calm
When this stupid muscle goes crazy
Just at the sight of you.
Hell was never a place
No, it was always a person
And fear… With no end.
Fear of losing, myself, of being unable to let go.
My personal hell consists of this fear
And of memories of you.
The source of it all, you know
Just a sight and I can’t help
Feeling the need to run and hide.
Hell is not a place
It is you
All that you did not do and it is a heart
That still beats for you.