Blood in Winter
Entwined branches of
birches in the distance
are guardians of
the white fields
My Poem, “Staticus”, featured @ The Chamber Magazine
New poem published
Scrolling Through Social Media in January
they’re only going
to keep turning it up
Tundra
I emerge with early birds
New Published Works Page
Blog Update!
Visionary: A Poem
he described, in sensory details,
how his favorite tree saved him
The End of 2020 + Announcement
It’s the last day of 2020.
Winter Child
In weightless arms,
a snowbird
cooing softly
You Must Wash Your Hands Until They Bleed
A poem written under quarantine.
My husband, unfortunately,
has Covid-19.
The Freeze
I have words for the frozen ones.
Winter Girl
They say the sky
is thinner from that high
Basin: A Poem
These flood damaged photographs
speak in your voice
Thanksgiving Eve: A Poem
my blood can’t handle
any more apologies, insistence
on the right to celebrate
genocide…
Olivia
At first sight,
a pale baby bird
“The Time of False Dawns”
None of this is you, jagged pages,
annotated quotes — other voices
said what you couldn’t and better
She’s Cosmic, Consistent
I think of loneliness
& laser beam precision
New Poem
A Day Like a Trinity,
Three in One to Blame
I make these plans to write —
like a “real writer”
Poem — “Open”
Remember winter, Madonna’s
Immaculate Collection album,
Megaman III, a false sense of
innocent security
Valued: A Poem
in their eyes we are worth
what we can do for them
Happy Halloween!
Update + a Spooky Poem
I Gotta Take a Break
on hiatus
#OctPoWriMo Day 23
brother, you tried
again to leave me
and I think my stomach
has known this
for weeks
#OctPoWriMo Day 22
the tide that took
you away had a
street name
#OctPoWriMo Day 21
A cherita
#OctPoWriMo Day 20
No, I cannot show you my wounds because I’ve lost too many people already…
#OctPoWriMo Day 19
blue bulb
gives these walls
an icy glow
#OctPoWriMo Day 18
it’s been too long
since rejuvenating waters fell
#OctPoWriMo Day 17
steady we row, we walk,
we stand on sacred shorelines
#OctPoWriMo Day 16
last night I dreamed
of melting faces
#OctPoWriMo Day 15
catch a
processing breath
#OctPoWriMo Day 14
is the earth
breathing without difficulty yet?
#OctPoWriMo Day 13
I had to let go
of a life I planned for me
#OctPoWriMo Day 12
shaken awake
by hands of ancestors
#OctPoWriMo Day 11
A Letter to My Muse
#OctPoWriMo Day 10
we’d only suffer
a shock from
touching you
#OctPoWriMo Day 9
my mind
is a record
on repeat
#OctPoWriMo Day 8
our voices lost in this void,
like phantoms, we avoid
all real feeling…
#OctPoWriMo Day 7
an ocular view
of what pain has taught me
#OctPoWriMo Day 6
prices paid,
empty pockets
& callused hands
#OctPoWriMo Day 5
seek to cinch sutures
#OctPoWriMo Day 4
in every dream
I have
I’m still falling
#OctPoWriMo Day 3
the monster of the house
grinds its teeth
#OctPoWriMo Day 2
between the barbs
of a genetic prison
a nervous system twists
#OctPoWriMo Day 1
darkness
can shine too
#OctPoWriMo Prep
Instead of this graveyard of drafts I’m accumulating, I can go and tend to them, nourish the garden of my hard work, and revive them into newness.
Time Between Waves
There is time between waves of excruciating pain where I’m relaxed, even peaceful, because the waves have just turned into trickles and it’s more manageable.
An Update from the Sickbed + Poems
The end of summer is making sure I feel it.
On Maturing
my wrath
drains crimson
down the bath
Moon Monologue
Flashes of lightning
illuminate you,
and I turn away
lest I cry.
They Say Some Behaviors Are Learned
I have learned to be glad
for the things I’ll
never understand
Melatonin: A Poem
…blue lights
turn on
one by one…
Fuchsia: A Poem
what pain looks like
but only to those
who allow themselves to feel it
Mystery Girls: A Poem
Whispering birds,
frail and sunken-eyed
Bloom: A Poem
What about
when the heart knocks back?
Kindred: A Sequence of Dreams
queen bee venom
courses through
my tiny veins
Stinging
desert sun assaults us
in undulating flares
On Missing My Father (Whom I Only Met Once)
‘Caring makes me feel un-American,
and honey, there’s something wrong with that…’
Poem: Nokomis
I can’t blame death
Poem: The Spaces are for Venting
I feel transformational
Poem: The Video Option
I was awake in someone else’s
fever dream
New Poem: “You Wanna Talk?” + Update
New poem featured @
A Cornered Gurl on Medium
#Poetryin13 Anthology Vol. 1
I have some micropoems published in a new anthology.
New Poem in “Briefly Write” Webzine
New Published Poem
“Fragments of an Inevitable Collapse”
that glimmer in your eye
was terribly soothing
Brunch is just a fancy word for sleeping through your alarm clock
taught to wear
resiliency in braided hair
Hello, 37: A Birthday Poem
This year most of
the world walked
a bit in my
self-isolation moccasins
Grrr-ipped: A Poem
Understanding
isn’t something
I can grovel for
Notice a Pattern
Yes, there are dark corners
to cling to
I Hate This Dream
on a crumbling seawall
you wanna talk
ultimate dreams
Elliott
There’s a way back to blue
& to you, but we couldn’t
remind you in time
Prose-Poem: The Placing
The green of the air.
The scent of choking desert.
Movie Mothers
I want to call you up
and say that every
movie I watch lately
stars you.
Motor
Now my mouth doesn’t know what
my shadow is saying.
The Miracle
“The miracle wasn’t that the statues were crying;
It was in the amount of people who undoubtedly
believed that they were witnessing one.”
Harlequin Frames
while deciphering spatter, I remember
your squinting, your pondering,
& the magnetics of twiddling fingers
Postcard
There is no
resolution
or solution
when a ghost
hops time zones
Thus Far
the cerebral rattling
has ceased,
broken through
the attic static
I’m Re-Watching “Jem” As An Adult Part I
There’s no better time than a lockdown to rediscover your love for an old cartoon you watched as a child.
We’re Learning That Time Is Making Us Miserable
Why keep ourselves so constricted to something as meaningless as a clock right now?
Fly-By: A Poem
The room holds its breath
as slate blue mother rises
to this glorious occasion
#NaPoWriMo: Day 30
dawn rises
singing her canticles,
touches the killing fields
#NaPoWriMo: Day 29
I am clinging to
memories of
blue parakeets
lullaby-ing me
to sleep
#NaPoWriMo: Day 28
Glacier blue walls
and the autumn
scent of spiced apples…
means I’ve woken
up in Michigan.
#NaPoWriMo: Day 27
the dancers become flames
devouring my heart
#NaPoWriMo: Day 26
conversations about hips /
conversations about
catching up
#NaPoWriMo: Day 25
a verbal knife wound
twisting
every fiber of my being
until I’m
scrubbed raw
#NaPoWriMo: Day 24
…voice the scraping metal
sound of teeth
on a fork,…
#NaPoWriMo: Day 23
the dandelion fields
hold splendor
& the May sky speaks
#NaPoWriMo: Day 22
Odd half-smiles
and congratulations
are thrown about
like the farewell rice.
#NaPoWriMo: Day 21
A cherita.
#NaPoWriMo: Day 20
Never question
me beneath moonlight,
or in the throes of battle.
#NaPoWriMo: Day 19
Nothing protected us then,
& we’re so much more
vulnerable now…
#NaPoWriMo: Day 18
my sister is
scarred and I
can count
her rib bones
like pick-up stix
#NaPoWriMo: Day 17
I used unraveled
tapes as ribbons
for the gift box
I put my heart in…
#NaPoWriMo: Day 16
One spark for life
and pale ash skin
becomes brazen.
#NaPoWriMo: Day 15
One can grow accustomed
to disappearing acts
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