Category:

044

I hear noises in the ceiling and even though the drop-down is peeling, I know something else is there. Is it God in the air? No one else is hearing Continue Reading

Posted On :
Category:

043

There’s an Inn between the two stores in between the two shops with shopkeepers who are a little less than keen on their housekeeping. So while the beds may be Continue Reading

Posted On :
Category:

042

Locket after Meg Kearney   I have a locket: it’s cold and silver with a black inlay of vines. It’s one with space for a photo, but right now it’s Continue Reading

Posted On :
Category:

041

You’re a crab. Look, I figured it out– you’re not drab but maybe a blue-backed, uncracked crab. You’ve got claws. You’ve got weapons at your disposal– but you think you Continue Reading

Posted On :
Category:

040

I know you hear me when I whisper, On the darkest nights as the standing trees shiver.   Listen to my half words, tunes — whistler on an instrument we Continue Reading

Posted On :
Category:

Bottle

  I wish I had some bottles. They would be clear and hand crafted from some country town in France where they speak with thick accents and put flowers in everything. Continue Reading

Posted On :
Category:

039

Had I the fabric of the night, entwined with the constellation’s stars, the black and the purple and the grey night, of crabs and dogs and belts of stars; I Continue Reading

Posted On :
Category:

038

It’s been twenty days and in many ways I call that poetic justice. Because, though a poem will suffice, there are many more ways to conjure an audience who can Continue Reading

Posted On :
Category:

037

I take too long to respond to most of my conversations mainly because I’m preoccupied with the constellations of freckles or hairs or stars that I can see from where Continue Reading

Posted On :
Category:

Holy

I want to be holy. But not in a holier-than-thou sort of way. I want to be just as holy as the next guy– but by guy I specifically mean someone Continue Reading

Posted On :
Category:

Acrostic

Everyone said goodbye today. Velvet shoes and gowns were left behind but everyone kept memories with them. Even though it’s all over, is it ever really over? Remembering everything seems Continue Reading

Posted On :
Category:

036

Even when I told you I did not like the city, you did not believe me, because all the nitty-gritty of that city is what you like about it. You Continue Reading

Posted On :
Category:

035

I stare at your backpack, hoping for change. It’s a strange feeling when that happens, when you know that someone will come back but they just haven’t. Not yet. No, but Continue Reading

Posted On :
Category:

034

There is a cliche that would be easy to say: Reading is an adventure. But it’s so much more than a park tour or a fictional lecture. It’s swimming, it’s Continue Reading

Posted On :