I sp li t my sleeping time Between my mother my brother(s), my lover Anything to wake up somewhere else. To escape Blank White Walls of Lonliness. The clean lines, Glass high ceilings Glorious sunlight from the windows Overpowering Pristine floors Surfaces empty of purposes When everything is in its place, what do you do? BreakContinue reading “It’s Too Clean”
Category Archives: Poetry
Pretty, Vacant Faces
While we were alive, We Died. We Tried Oh we tried to be P-e-r-f-e-c-t And look what we became? Vacant Spaces of ourselves Women Not Valued. Insides vanished long ago Now empty shells of peppery people. Smile! For the camera
That Night
There was a time 50 poems, a video game, a sense of home. The lighthouse After the night on the private beach After the drive through mountains and trees The morning sun. We were young We were “adventurous.” Waking naked covered in bug bites. Walking, wrinkled clothing, by the marathoners. Laughing atop the hill. The Windmill. Sunday in the Hamptons.Continue reading “That Night”
Warrior
Warrior Braids of strength Warrior princess Heart of stone Eyes stare unwavering Intimidating, Frightening in their emptiness. No dagger needed, I’m the only weapon Standing between your life and death.
Arid Madness
Before the devil got in me, I spread my dreams through nature’s smile. But now time runs like cold bath water. Even the face of a familiar stranger causes clawing night winds to crack my young skin letting the desert dryness lick through the privacy of my soul. Jealousy breathes from my skeleton like perfume.Continue reading “Arid Madness”
Apple
Women have taken The Fall Since Eve I’m not Naive The world has barely changed for us, the Fairer Sex Our only weakness May be that we’re complex. Perhaps that is Our Strength: Fighting to Death for Love and Life and Length of Lasting Legacy when we have no guarantee People pleasers by nature… ButContinue reading “Apple”
Dress-up
Startled to see Charcoal-rimmed eyes staring back at me from my reflection in coffee Black. You sit ashing your cigarette on gray stones of patio We laugh about time, circumstance. You look at me I look down at new stiletto boots Boots I wouldn’t think of buying before now. Now, when I’m to act sophisticated,Continue reading “Dress-up”
Moment
As the ghosts of January are approaching Sorrow holds my head in my hands. Even the light pouring through the window leaks with grief. Beside my gaze, he sits polishing the piano keys of yesterday. Continue reading “Moment”
Untitled
We painted these walls ourselves tore off that yellowing paper scraped the glue base coat top coat Sealed our new love The clock has moved infinitely around its face since then when we were one Now chipped paint cracks in the wall we neglected to preserve Our Love has no recording in history.
To Earthward
By Robert Frost (my favorite Frost) Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, The scent of—was it musk From hidden grapevine springs Downhill at dusk? I had the swirl and ache From sprays ofContinue reading “To Earthward”
