Tag: Poetry

cold wind blows from the north sending me shivering running south to winter rose bounty and palm-tree lined streets and warm ocean water pounding sandy beach there are snakes in these hills; that much is sure. but could they ever possibly be worse than before? run south run south...

low round resonant a sound pulled deep from earth through my feet and all the way up fog or mo(u)rning new dawn of time taken and breath fogging an imaginary mirror on the other side of the bell rung out and wrung from my lungs cycling out to the...

flight/strides floating in the night sky bounding, leaping propulsion til my lungs burst then pause and do it again until I can no longer I long to feel that again seemingly weightless breaking free of the earth and my own resistance launched into indigo and lit by orange glow...

Skullcap lifted by raw energy popping forth pulling up to the heavens I write what I do not know —yet— vague words that sound true perhaps a distant memory dim understanding an echo from another life when I was more centered grounded —yet lifted— spinning high like a German...

a world bathed in white pure, co-ordinated, restful —but boring— I would still wear leopard a vixen amongst the virgins —mostly false— a fox amongst the chickens and I bet you wouldn’t object one single bit...

neon fringe old lace hip scarf reminding me of my old hip life city lights dance class shimmying on the same stage where punk bands spat and dead friends once played neon green, deep cyan buried in this beige town...

The old hag sneers as she passes my garden a witch too early for Samhain “Goddamn idiot, why the fuck did you do this?” as she misses the riot of roses vivid coneflowers frigid iced lavender hibiscus the last of the fuschia blazing stars spring is a flurry of...

another membrane jump no clue where I’m going but better than where I’ve been —can’t be worse, anyway— I paid the time toll to long lost scattered fans work given away free to a good home from my head to your ears I’d forgotten I wrote like that and...

birds chirp passing by as I am passing through a town like a closed cocoon gray as death yet just a pause a passage before emergence in new splendor whence I will flutter away never to be seen again in these parts...

dancers twirl + shake the land of the free while iguanas invade and devour grandma’s precious hibiscus my heart aches longing for tropical steam a faraway dream but I know I’ll soon be there in spirit mind body from one coast to the other escape the smothering boot on...