For centuries this
green has been growing here and
feeding the people.
There's always a right
time and a wrong time and right
now is the right time.
The longing inside
my heart it comes and goes, comes and
goes. Ebbs and flows.
My baby the rider
and I the horse. We roam
this land together.
He's such a way
explaining every detail I'm
wrapped up, swept away.
I love the story
of the siren and the sailor.
Their sad, sad beauty.
The sky is so big.
I feel so small under it.
It makes me feel good.
I like seeing porch
swings and yard chairs on porches
with people in them.
I feel it so strongly
in my bones, in my blood.
It takes me over.
The air smells like smoke,
like something warm is being
drunk. It's foggy out.
I don't want to read
the book too quickly, you know,
blow my wad too soon.
She tried not to show
signs of delight, but still they
came uninvited.
Tell your daughter your
story and she'll tell her
daughter her story, too.
I don't want to
forget those parts of you that I
love to touch so much.
From afar the train
sounds lonely. Up close it
sounds mean and scary.
The boy next door walked
his girlfriend to the bus stop.
Cutest thing ever.
Words were invented
just to describe someone as
affecting as you.
Ooooh, I'm gonna get
you demon. If not this life
then another one!!!
I know it's an
impossible dream, but I must
dream it nonetheless.
The boy next door raps
with his friends. He's not good, but
I really love it.
The sun was shining
and then the rains came and then
the sun shined again.
It's that soft light blonde
colored peach fuzz on the back
of my daughter's neck.
Bewitch: affect by
witchcraft or magic; to enchant,
charm, fascinate.
Sometimes it scares us
when we don't understand, so I
try to understand.
It was a warm and
sunny winter's day. The kind
you mistake for spring.
I saw a couple
walking, talking, smiling. It
made my heart feel light.
When I get so close
I've almost finished a book
I get butterflies.
I can be shy, but
not so shy as to touch your
hand before I go.
Forgive me for
lingering there, but I just didn't
want to leave you.
Hush, little baby,
don't say a word. Mama's tryin'
to watch her soap.
The sunset was all
pinks and blues this evening.
I was glad I saw it.
Medusa, that poor beauty,
wronged by Poseidon
she paid for his sins.
Pegasus and Ogre
were her beauty, her horror
birthed from her death.
Some days I just want
to look up at the sky and
take in the cool air.
My daughter said I
should write a poem about
Medusa. She's right.
I'm so happy for
the things that will always be here
even when I'm not.
When I look in lit
windows sometimes I'm jealous
and sometimes I'm not.
It's dark. The air is
cold. The candlelight burns and
I can feel its warmth.
I had a dream I
didn't like. I kind of want
to have it again.
I noticed my babe
noticing the crow cawing.
I stopped and listened.
We don't know who
we'll love in this life. We just get
the chance to love them.
The air tonight is
cool, clean, fresh and filling my
lungs with lust for life.
To judge another's
choices is to demean our
own contribution.
It was my favorite
kind of winter day; bright
sunny and super warm.
Everything I know
about this life I learned from
The Fool and The Sage.
The world is in front
of you. There's stars, skies, suns and
moons to look up to.
Isn't it awesome
that with each new day we can
start a brand new life?
The two stars in the
sky looked like beauty marks next
to the moon's bright face.
Memories fill me
today. Of snow, city lights
and your cool, blue eyes.
"True peace is not the
absence of conflict, but the
presence of justice."
-Martin Luther King, Jr.
I had a dream that
I asked the universe, "Why?
Why? Why? Tell me WHY!?!"
A bad ass does what
they have to even when they
don't really want to.
The frost and the fog
were here when I woke. They
go together nicely.
The train, at night, sounds
so beautiful and so lonely
my heart just aches.
I want to tell you
everything, but I'll instead
keep it to myself.
I'd sell my soul and
buy it back for you, 'cause I
know I'll live again.
It's all a fairy tale.
All of it. The sky, birds, bees.
A sweet fairy tale.
Even the windshield
wipers wiping the rain seem
poetic today.
Your loved ones aren't
always blood, but they're, most
definitely, always heart.
"Lie down. Put your
mental burden in my mind vice
and I will crush it."
-Jack Donaghy
I like life unruly.
I feel safe knowing I could be
swept away right now.
The first time I saw
someone get punched out of
anger my heart felt sad.
It's generally when
you act like a turd that you
learn something new.
The snow fell lightly
onto the fur on my coat.
I wore the snow home.
Layers and layers
of sky above me felt like the
world was right on me.
I feel like the dern
rain won't never, ever stop
falling from that sky.
The statue fell over
and I was too lazy to
pick it up for days.
Those words you speak were
never quite what they meant then
when you say them now.
Love knows no boundaries.
If it does then it's not really
love, now is it?
I can't think of a
goddamned thing to write. Not a
single goddamned thing.
I want to be the
one to put that smile on
your face forever.
That anger just makes
hearts and stars shoot out my eyes
like crazy magic.
My husband is my
favorite proof-reader. He's smart.
I love him, always.
The more you invest
in yourself, the higher return
on your investment.
The words are all there
until I see the blank page
then I've lost them all.
The sky was vacant
and there was no wind or
any leaves on the trees.
You grow so fast, my
child, but still I'll always see
the baby in you.
The people watched as
the rain fell a light mist
over their fair city.
The mechanic that
drinks the espresso was in
again. He seems nice.
I totally
multi-task. I eat AND watch soap
operas all the time!
The evergreens and
the pines mingled well with the
driftwood and seashells.
There was a marsh of
sorts and a wooded space where
I felt safe hiding.
The trees are much
different by the sea than they are
inland. They're wetter.
Every time I find
myself in nature the
poetry writes itself.
I love nature. I
feel it deeply. It moves me
to write poetry.
"Art enables us
to find ourselves and lose ourselves
at the same time."
- Thomas Merton
It's one of those nights
where the wind whistles and whips
like in old stories.
The sky was so clear
and the clouds were so thin and
it was so cold out.
Did you ever think
maybe the fame was just too
much for His Loch Ness?
We all carry a
little bit of dark and heartache
around with us.
The sun decided
to shine today. I've seen more
crows than usual.
Every person you've
met has been influenced by
you. Think about it.
It's not the end or
beginning of something, but
the now of everything.
My daughter said I
needed to change the color
of my blog, so I did.
The winter air is thick
with warmth between bodies
snuggled in a nest.
Just thinking on
an old haiku then I thought, "Fuck it,
I'll write something new."
It's so cold outside
it almost seems like the sun
is shining cold, too.
And some times all it
takes is a unicorn app
to make my whole day.
Wow, one moment it's
now and then all of a
sudden it's yesterday.
There it is. The fireworks.
The confetti. The "Happy
New Year!"s. Midnight.
