Here we are againDriving without a steering columnPetrified yet rising aboveWe ride the rideWe try to let goTo accept what comesWhen it comesWe try to live with all that we are losingAnd focus on the gainingWe try not to forget our strengthWhich is kindnessAnd forgivenessAnd awarenessWe try not to forget that fearOf failingOf being failedIsContinueContinue reading “Unfortunate Events”
Tag Archives: Poetry
Braxton Hicks
Pregnant with the next lifetimeBack aching and stomach stretchingFrom the weightNo clear vision of what will be bornWaiting for the labor painsSo far waiting is the greatest undertakingWant to move, to actTo jump right in But it is time to waitTo incubateBecause this life has a limitAnd enough wasting itOn shit that isn’t real toContinueContinue reading “Braxton Hicks”
A Welcome Distraction
I have been pulled and drawnI have been filled and propelled I have been distracted From sitting in silenceFrom the voices that thin the threadsFrom the distorted mirrors that cloud clarity Craving a place of our ownA space of just you and just meNothing else distractingJust the distraction of your eyesAnd your voiceAnd your smileAndContinueContinue reading “A Welcome Distraction”
Wandering
You come to me in flashesunexpectedbrightraw like lightningcoloring the skyon a dry summer eveningand I smileas I wanderinto your stormYou shake the ground beneath mesuddendisruptivepenetratinglike thunderbreaking the silencethrough the dark of the nightand I cryas I wanderinto your storm You pour yourself over meuncensoredsaturatingpurelike rainfalling on flowersin the soft light of dawnand I flyas IContinueContinue reading “Wandering”
Homeownership
I have no use for you, I saidAnd smashed it on the cementPieces shatteringScatteringUnrecognizable as anything that could haveTaken so much space within mePieces floatingBlowing in the breezeLike cottonwood ~ Hezaasan, (c) 2018 Dug up this old piece in honor of my house being up to its usual stupid-face antics this morning. Water always wins,ContinueContinue reading “Homeownership”
Ruinous
The Ruins of Pompeii – photo provided by author Added weight crushes like dirton my shoulders and in my headI am buried alive under the strainof your incessant love and affectionstill and cold I cannot moveI don’t dare breathe and disturb youthe thinning air – is there nothing thereafraid to turn and see you don’tContinueContinue reading “Ruinous”
Aspirations
Cappuccinos and conversation with Dad (Shaw Festival, Niagara-on-the-Lake, Ontario – photo provided by author I breathe in to start to speak the wordsthat will illustrate all the depthand all the reach of what I feel and seeand hope and wishof where we’ve been and where we are going And then I freezebreath heldeyes blurredwords lockedContinueContinue reading “Aspirations”
Intercuts
Another moment of recovery Teaches me the pain of the inaccurate guess Another moment of finding a way forward Teaches me that the only choice is to ride the now Another moment of looking in the mirror Teaches me that I go on, even when you are not here Sometimes I am so tired ofContinueContinue reading “Intercuts”
The Writing Desk
Standing at the fork of yet another Road diverged and yellow wood Knowing now That I’m fading with age (As all things do) That it isn’t so much what is chosenAs much as adherence to the choiceAnd coherence of the storyThat “Where do you want to go today?”Is the only answerable questionAnd that it isn’tContinueContinue reading “The Writing Desk”
Seafaring
Watching the shoreline Grow smaller and smaller Then the bottom bumps Against a boulder Under the dark water Which you choose to ignore Or hate Or anticipate Or wish away with the wave of a hand And I wonder if it has torn a hole And I wonder if I am sinking Then the wayContinueContinue reading “Seafaring”
Muttering Retreats 