Monday, March 31, 2014

she
showed 
me 
how 
to 
bet 
on 
the 
horses 
we
used
her
shoe
for 
a
kitty
the 
day
was 
quiet
cloudy
and
grey
she 
was
thinking
about 
sun
tea

Sunday, March 30, 2014

it's 
you
you're 
all 

see
you 

make 
me 
live 
now 
honey
you 

make 
me 
live

-Queen

Saturday, March 29, 2014

romance 
is 
cleaning
out 
the 
cat 
box
so 
your
lover
doesn't 
have
to
a
lighthouse
waiting
searching
bright
calling
for 
others
to 
come
to 
shore

Thursday, March 27, 2014

my 
heart 
wet 
with 
sweet
like 
peaches 
dripped 
deep
to
the 
pit 
of 
my 
stomach

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

the 
winds
moved
the
clouds
perfectly
across
the
sky
the
tree
stood
below

the
crow's
pine
tree
swayed
in
the 
wind
and 

stood
near
the 
dandelions
getting 
close 
only 
means
something 
when
it 
comes 
to 
pitching
horseshoes

-Frank Mansfield

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

sorry

wasn't 
smiling
at 
you

was 
just
squinting
at 
the 
sun
the 
reality
isn't 
as 
pretty
as 
my 
dream
but 
i'll
still 
dream

Monday, March 24, 2014

worlds
collide
stars 
shatter
into
pieces
that 
make 
new
worlds
that
collide

let
the 
spring
touch
me 
with
its
cool
skin
and 
warm
heart
while
the 
night
passed
by

Sunday, March 23, 2014

when

ask
her 
how 
she 
slept
she 
says 
she 
dreamt
she 
was 
a
unicorn

Saturday, March 22, 2014

they 
cut 
the 
grass
dusted 
the 
shelves
then
drank 
the 
sun
tea
from
folding 
chairs
the 
crow
cawed
at 
the 
other
crow,
dude,
Spring 
Break
let's 
drink
some
cocktails

Friday, March 21, 2014

it's 
when
the 
sun
comes
out 
that 
all

sudden
I
can 
smell
the 
memories
the
food
burned
on
the
stove
but
she
decided
to
keep
holding
the
baby
they 
held
hands
as 
they 
walked 
and
sometimes
they'd
look
up
and 
smile  
at 
the 
sky

Thursday, March 20, 2014

she
told 
us
man
in
the 
mirror
was 
her
favorite 
song
and 
then 
she 
cried

why
do
we
scream
at
each
other
this
is 
what
it 
sounds
like
when
doves
cry

-Prince

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

the 
way
it
was 
told
to 
me 
was 
probably
wrong
but 

just
don't 
care

want
to 
write

poem
everyday/

never 
want 
to 
write 
again

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

the 
poetry
makes
up 
my 
dreams 
and 
the 
dreams 
make 
up
my 
poetry

Monday, March 17, 2014


grew 
up 
in 

mobile 
home 
park 
where 
sagebrush 
grew 
on 
yellow 
hills.

Sunday, March 16, 2014

all
last 
night

had 
weird
dreams
that 
today

can't 
even
remember
she 
made 
me
feel
so
old
but
in
that
way 
that
I'm
glad
to
not 
be 
young 

Saturday, March 15, 2014

today
my
heart
is 
full
of 
love
not 
some
days
but 
today 
it's
so
full
she 
felt 
the 
dirt
in 
her 
toes

bit
longer  
listening
to 
the 
child
cry

Friday, March 14, 2014

the 
moon
is 
between
the 
tree
branches
right
where 

like
to 
look 
at 
it
the 
sky
is
the 
limit
well
maybe 
for 
you
fools
but
it's  
not 
for 
me

Thursday, March 13, 2014

and 
she 
was 
lying
in 
the 
grass 
and 
she 
could 
hear
the 
highway 
breathing

 -Talking Heads

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

when
you're 
not 
home 

leave 
your 
side 
of 
the 
bed 
alone
untouched 
empty

could 
smell
the 
dogwood 
trees
today
and 
the 
moon
was 
out 
with 
the 
sun

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

the 
world 
is 
a
stage 
and 
really
like
it 
in 
that 
bright
hot
spotlight

he 
swooped
in
and 
claimed
her 
heart
without
her
consent 
she 
loved 
him 
for 
it

Monday, March 10, 2014

warm 
white 
clouds
rolling
by 
my 
world
tall 
green 
trees

kingdom 
above 
me

Sunday, March 9, 2014

I saw a small fly
today. It reminded me 
that spring was coming.

Saturday, March 8, 2014

I'll dream of a green
valley, flowers on the hill,
a sun behind clouds.
Tonight, in sleep, I'll
will my dreams to be what I 
want with whom I want.

Friday, March 7, 2014

Her hand moved so slight
you couldn't have seen it, but 
the ghosts surely did.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

I ran my hands through
the leaves wondering why they
hadn't fallen yet.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

We passed the peace pipe
around the circle and told 
our sordid stories.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

He's found my dreams, made 
me ill with desire. Moons watched 
while the spell took hold.
I want to write you
something beautiful, something
you will remember.

Monday, March 3, 2014

At times like these she 
imagined herself on the 
banks of those rivers.
She was a child there. 
Where the three rivers met she 
became a woman.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

"And I've been waiting
for this moment for all my
life. Oh, lord. Oh, lord."
                             -Phil Collins
There's a lot of weight
today. Like the sky, clouds and 
everything's heavy.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Please, don't make me 
cry. I cry over every 
little thing already.
"Summer Breeze" came on 
and my heart felt an ache and
a cold, fresh yearning.
It's all 'bout the sax,
man. That sax gets me all 
romantic, every time.