A bottle just dropped
and shattered, but I still heard
it over this crowd.
I feel Rapunzel's
pain. The weight of that hair like
the weight of the world.
I keep listening,
because he makes the small things
sound so elegant.
Sometimes I feel like
everyone I know I don't
really even know.
Sweet memories in
my mind of time not captured on
Instagram or Vine.
Life is a series
of "oops"es and "yaaaay"s just one
after another.
I put that corn out
for that dern crow and he
didn't even eat it!
I fancy myself
royalty, but I'm really
just a peasant girl.
He told her, "The way
you do something is the way
you do anything."
Today I just want
to drink hot toddies and
giggle at my husband.
And Jesus came to
the people and said, "Use
this Vine app. It rules."
When I finally
surrendered my will to the world
I felt much better.
The way he speaks of
meadows I want to wade through
them, float on the leaves.
Baby plays and
pulls at sister's hair like sister
plays and pull at mom's.
I always let him
do the pegging in cribbage.
I love him that much.
Each time I woke the
night sky turned more and more orange
before turning blue.
That picture of you,
that thing you said tells me so
much of who you are.
My dad had said once,
"Reading O'Connor is like
being in prison."
I want your hands on
my hips and I want my fingers
running through your hair.
That day when he'd cut
down all the vines, it's like he'd
cut off all my arms.
The best thing we can
teach our children is every
person's valuable.
The show's always
about to begin, half-way
through and almost over.
Damn, Day, you're all like
sunny, warm and the crows are
singin' and shit's sweeeeet.
I could hear wind chimes
outside the window. They sounded
like they were cold.
The river she's hard
and soft, beautiful and not,
everything to me.
Birds, roses, misty and
cool. Grey, dogs, lovers holding
hands while they walk home.
I look into the
future with my man and then
look to see his smile.
As Winter slips
away Spring's arms are open and
slowly take me in.
I'm writing a
super scary poem, 'cause my
daughter thought I should.
My baby smells of
warm, plump, pink skin, momma's milk
and fresh ground coffee.
Your heart may be black
or sparkly pink, but, damnit,
least you still have one!
Spring is brilliant, but
the way he tells of it Heaven
couldn't compare.
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.
