Originally posted on Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble:
Photo by Mathew MacQuarrie on Unsplash Monday’s Coming and We’re not Okay Imagine a worldwhere property value,tax-paid infrastructure,the rule of…
Category: Poetry
Submersion
waters rose ‘round me so gradually so soothingly I barely noticed when gentle lapping against bare toes became insistent nudging of knees hips shoulders with
The Cubic Weight of Sadness
sadness covered her a blanket of thick wet snow yardstick-deep melancholy weighed her to the ground masked her eyes filled her nose her mouth deadening
The Anger Within
strong emotion was not viewed favorably in my childhood home I was declared too loud too bold too opinionated too me told not to be
Remember?
do you lie awake at night remembering my cheeks awash in frustrated tears at my ridiculous longing for you and me together? your hand impossibly
Shame
I have been dancing with shame today it is not clear which of us is leading the dance a tango both of us struggling for
Response Poem to 4,087 – Stephen Fuller
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
4,087
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
