Writer. Demand Poet.
cold slices the
dull morning. my head down,
feet breaking up the
snow crust. I’m a
mindless fog itself
pied pipering behind
sweetie’s tinkling collar
until
suddenly
my pupils contract:
My head snaps up.
The horizon has
Exhaled.
Hard.
Pushing … Read the rest “The horizon has exhaled – small stone”
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— part of the Mindful Writing Challenge 2013
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No point in being mad at the
Lilypad. It has no idea what it is doing.
It’s not her fault she grows up
Out of the water, surrounding herself.
No point getting bent out of shape when you
Notice … Read the rest “No Point in Being Mad”
The bird who dove across
Hwy 34 exit toward downtown
New Haven — the interchange
New to the interstate that
Flies over gravity’s expectations —
The bird who ignited herself
From some hidden nest to climb
In tandem with the … Read the rest “The Bird Didn’t Care”
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I try to try harder. To look under
Heavier rocks and inside murkier
Metaphors. But the grey of morning
Lifted her head and said:Â oh for
Heaven’s sake, sweetie. Stop trying to
Interchange my mountains and
Molehills. Instead … Read the rest “Between the Morning Trees, You’ll Find It”