A list of things that fit on our king sized bed with us on it: Two cats; a dozen sweatshirts; a sense of belonging I have never felt before in my life; one-eighth of our polycule; three stuffies the size of a toddler; getting lost…
Tag: 2022 Poetry Marathon
The Fireflies’ Promise – Hour Thirteen
I put on my boots to the laughter of young children I stroll outside with my lantern to search for the fireflies The sky is clear and the evening appears perfect There is a light breeze tapping the ferns and beech trees In the distance,…
2022 Poem Five
CW: Dysphoria Dysphoria is my Neighbor I no longer want to live in this neighborhood. My neighbor posts all day on NextDoor to spread lies about me. She complains about me; What I do, how I look, anything she can find to complain about….
2022 Poem Four
CW: older language/reclaimed slur; religious imagery Untitled “God blessed me by making me transexual for the same reason God made what but not bread and fruit but not wine, so that humanity might share in the act of creation.” ~ Julian K. Jarboe …
2022 Poetry Marathon, Hour 12
Hour twelve, from the image prompt:
The Mighty River – Hour Twelve
The mighty river flows along Spray rolling o’er the dam Babbling its own melodic song As gently as a lamb Spray rolling o’er the dam While kissing each rock and twig As gently as a lamb Nestled amid the fig While kissing each rock and…
Gathering (2022 Poem 12)
Gathering Three sisters sit, toes drifting in warm sand Sun sets in crimson hues on the sea’s horizon Wine glasses raised, they solemnly toast Times shared long ago but not forgotten Who could have known what would befall Both parents passed on too young A…
RAJAH
Run farther Always knowing Justice cannot Absolve this Hatred anymore See this And trust Nothing can Deter or Oppose this Real affection
Blissful Contagion (2022 Poem 11)
Grown ups chuckle with delight Until we can barely breathe Worries left outside our door Brought into the present with a snap Elders guffaw in shared surprise Until ribs are sore and aching Memories of best loved times Complaints are all forgotten Babies chortle gleefully…
You were supposed to be
This was not the plan How could it be? For you to be there with him and for me to again be alone You were never committed to this that is clear to me now This was our problem How do you not see that?…