#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
#NaPoWriMo: Day 14
Some faces stay
with me, like a
mountain view
Thinking about Powwows During a Pandemic
It’s springtime in the middle of a pandemic and between the hand washing, concern, disinfecting, and time spent in prayer, I’m thinking about powwows.
#NaPoWriMo: Day 13
There were many terms for what happened.
#NaPoWriMo: Days 1-11
#NaPoWriMo 2020
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