"dark places: crumbling wall"

"dark places: crumbling wall"

I am still a child of…

musty bookstores
tea brewing too long
fresh bread
skinned knees
tangled hair
singing to weed patches
bent Polaroids
stained mirrors
Puff the Magic Dragon
dad’s flannel shirts
mom’s homemade lasagna
Mary Jane shoes
45 records with read-along books
packed lunches
tooth fairy treasure
Mr. Rogers gentleness
Shel Silverstein’s view
bubble gum
cinnamon
sitting under shady trees
cozy scarves
pencil dreams in margins
worn crayons
too-large grins
wood smoke
Saturday cartoons
birthday wishes
make-believe worlds
plaid and rhyme
aimless summer days
bubbles
kites
being tucked in

listening

movement
through morning
halted
by a whispery
brush of wind
carrying
your plea
through my valley
gently
longingly

storm approaches
I’m not alone

"when August goes"

"when August goes"

sweet nothing #37

when I taste graphite
from your lead
when you’re digitized
and filtered

is this love?

rejoicing
in sink swirls
reflecting wildness
of your eyes

this is love, then

surrender / wafting popcorn clouds

mittelschmerz (mayhem)

a day immersed
(salt and nerves)
wings slathered
special sauté

no ostracizing red cushioned huts

sugary mantras
(milky prayers)
swirled guesswork
medicated balm

a uterus divided cannot stand

flashes of brilliance
(flagrantly baroque)
categorical tumult
hidden spice

almost done

exhausted
can’t keep looking for you
in condensation
or rampant moonlight

not everything’s a sighing sign

spent
wondering where to stand
my mark
faded from the stage

I heard a whisper

survive
festering deserts inside eyelids
elusive relief
illusions maintained

half a turn

what now, I’m captured
there’s more
I want
to see

will you keep me

in the window
shining like a holiday bauble

or may I leave

ah, to compare the river to ballet
sinuous tracing of years
sounds of laughter
amongst the reeds

wise smiles hidden in ripples

let go
that I may float

no tethers to a small world below

"troubles seemed so far away"

"troubles seemed so far away"

fledgling

wanting
your voice
but pushed aside
again
to quiet corners
only pages reign

weighing
riddles
testing the air
for change
a flight in progress
gather fraying ends

dreamt of verse
rolling off the tongue
sweet torment
upon awakening
finding mute memory