Hands? Yours tremble? Mine shake Like glass Wants broken Into shards And Crushed under foot To return to sand Unmelt me But first Pick a
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knife clenched in numb fingers I carve vertical lines into white plaster that crumbles to my touch effervescent I notch each loss deeply into the
April Fools Day
I tell myself it is unexpected snow in tonight’s forecast Mother Nature’s cruel April Fools’ joke that makes my joints ache chills me to the
Pendulum
the pendulum swings back and forth back and forth tracing hypnotic circles in white sands drawing closer ever closer to my center I wait on
Coffee Klatch
In memory of Lieselotte Porter 1925-2018 another empty chair another empty corner only resurrection assured this Easter morn are my ghosts who brokers the introductions?
Sewn
we line up the edges of our frayed hearts thread a sharp needle with silken floss spun from fragile hopes newfound trust dreams private smiles
Mirror Images
my reflection and I do not behave the way mirror images ought we do not face each other glassed twins one of us safely contained
Aquamarine
melancholy an aquamarine tide that washes over me flooding my banks piercing my sea walls reminding me how deeply human I am how delicate how
Sugar on My Tongue
Sappho wrote that words we leave unspoken will be wept if true soliloquies must rest like sugar undissolved on my tongue © 2017 Revised 2019
