women hold up half the sky, mao tse-tung i didn’t want you to leave i just needed you to let go to stop squeezing so tight trapping me inside the spaces you don’t want to visit can’t stand to be a part of i wasn’t asking you to leave i was just asking that you let go…
Category: Poetry
solace
you don’t get to think about it hands over shoulders stretch arms as high as they will go and breath every ounce of stress every care away. repeat.
veneration, an adornment
these hands bring me mud pies with ant filling and are so sensitive he giggles a bell chiming laugh that feels my heart few have accomplished what he does so effortlessly of elders and matriarchs he commands entire rooms astounded my jaw drops at the magnitude of his appeal favorite son a nomenclature he wears…
teenage dream
like pork chops smothered in peppers and gravy i cling to memories of yesterdays long since gone and think on the scent of apple blossoms and rotten pear trees late summer breezes drift through bedroom windows bring a promise of happily ever after full on media driven romance a heart ripe with promise opens little…
midlife aspirations
wind against my face i race hugging the wall the music behind me the pace i keep my own my first freedom wheels to wood floor sweat pouring down my back i lean into it steady and balanced cute not my agenda i’m going for fierce and strong i race no one in particular one…
indubitable morning
mountains remind me images i once scribbled on a paper table cloth so far away from ex-forever and swanky restaurants i think on impossibilities station wagons with propeller jets $1.50 school for girls just like me fluffy softness of a formerly frozen jelly sandwich melting in my mouth and the apple he balances perfectly on his…
recollection: a child’s story
i remember… softly shared kisses on porch stoops the fragrance of lilacs lingering in the air late blooming cherry blossoms and forbidden fruits gone fat from worms and too much neglect i remember… lemon sherbet sticking to my tongue and the watermelon man’s bell ringing ringing watermelon for sale watermelon for sale straight from alabama…
coup de coeur (or insurgence of the heart)
sitting across from him she is fascinated at the very idea that once she dreamed of being a revolutionary. and not the grassroots organizing flyer dropping kind of a revolutionary but an actual gun toting che guevara I fight for the things I believe in, with all the weapons at my disposal and try to…
proud to be a maryann
the great debate heard in locker rooms on park benches water coolers bus rides to amusement parks and the back seats of surburbans maryann or ginger; sure ginger is hot she moves like jazz and somehow took enough hair spray on a three hour tour to last 3 years into a shipwreck; everybody wants to bed or be ginger with the auburn hair and legs that go into next…
its complicated…til its not
in between the stanzas that is where you fit fingers caress keys and i drift inside the melodies that make up you and it is too much baring the weight of this desire against the despair that held me captive only yesterday its so complicated wanting to want and needing the need of this thing growing inside of me to go a way but there…
fearfree living 