slow morning wake interrupted unexpected serenade ‘pretty woman’ sung slightly off-key with confident bravado only a stranger wandering by an open window while wearing headphones can muster another might imagine it a command performance meant for only my ears but i no longer hold illusions of ‘pretty’ ‘pretty’ belongs to smooth soft cheeks bloomed with … Continue reading Tuesday Morning Serenade
i measure time stitch by careful stitch my needle smoothly gliding through the fabric rhythmic measured the threads weaving a kind of peace with each neat x placed I measure meaning syllable by painstaking syllable my blood of ink alternately rushing stumbling seizing a breath such deep sacred breath exhaled with each word wrestled free … Continue reading I’ve Got New rules
i long to paint but this unceasing palette of dirty whites of tired grays that lurks outside every window sucks the rich marrow from my bones whittles my winter- chilled fingers into skeletal twigs silvery bark peeling clumsy useless a cardinal briefly breaks my monotonous horizon a small spot of vivid crimson I drink thirstily … Continue reading Paler Shade of Winter
i should brand myself a failure self-flagellate for failing to meet expectations of those who wear white coats shiny stethoscopes draped casually around necks I should let their stern eyes their nonverbal— but surprisingly loud— condemnation of my parenting echo through my mind but right now I am just too fatigued just too damn tired … Continue reading Shoulds
i am a woman built of words it is not natural comfortable intuitive for me to tie my tongue tightly to choose silence to be mute to opt for discretion over valor but you yank syllables from my mouth tie them into knots twist them into unrecognizable shapes hone sharp edges they did not originally … Continue reading Struck Mute
i do not speak with forked tongue yet you damn me a demon paint my hands blood red cut me black diamond hard innocent misunderstanding? or sleight of hand designed to dazzle distract from tarnish spreading on your halo rust growing on your wings? truth in the crystal ball remains veiled cloudy i tire of … Continue reading Demonized
Brave & Reckless 