Five Muses and a Cat’s Paw
Muse #1: Mine This is My home I am allowed to retreat and rest speak my mind create make mistakes be myself be silly be forgiven feel safe lead welcome gift play wonder ask questions contribute wander make a significant difference hide be ill laugh love lose get angry...
Right Here
blades of green bend low and breathe in damp, the misted seaside glows, fog yellow gray among planked houses, sunlight slants across the field, racing tree shadows tumbling down and softly yield those dry spots are deer footprints strong and hesitant tenderly picking...
Artist Homes
First draft of a poem I'm working on. I noticed that I was deeply in love with the words "epoxy resin" and also my husband's decision to become a full-time artist now too, and this poem showed up as a result... Artist Homes she kneels at the feet of Goddess green...
Becoming Respite
I move in the world a changed being now being now today the yellow grass in the field up the hill is bowing to the rain the sea and the land and the sky cede their colors into fog becoming one passing waxwings eat red berries off the vine, laugh at the cat through the...
Well Rested
I am tired of this world I'm tired of violence rabid intolerance greed rewarded trodden humans hidden, outright thwarted young lives mangled, ended weapons preferred to soft human flesh I'm tired of being told what to think how to think why I'm wrong every time I...
What Grief Does
This is the week Mom can no longer recall her own last name our last name This is the week Mom can no longer answer simple verbal questions such as "Do you want a blanket?" without accompanying gestures and visuals This is the week Mom can no longer follow even the...
The I Love You Frequency
I. Pakistani girl walking to school Syrian family fleeing the unimaginable Lebanese nurse going to work Lebanese father waiting for coffee Student, everywhere at once, leading demanding, becoming, better leaders Each new voice saying #BlackLivesMatter Muslim security...
What Althea Hears
From across a great distance Althea said op3398££$&00!!! 940ttti %$%^&*mmm …….!! ¬¬¬¬¬ BB jhut mkopi D74 Se Se Se ! ”£$$%^& Wait. How did she know? How could she see my life so clearly from the other side of the world? Yesterday was terrible. I failed....
This Stone
This stone was a gift from Wyoming she longed to travel so a friend pulled her from her field brought her here to me to live beside the sea she found herself in a house of rocks here from every nation imagined herself at first in train station here she was appreciated...
Together
a flash poem inspired by my We Shall Dance With Mountains friends. Amazing photo by Joe Milmoe... Together distant galaxies being born an opening hand stretching across the womb of space touch the darkness with spinning fingers new fingertips encountering...
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