As brackish water sputters from the ancient well pump, nut brown, then ocher, all the rusted line innards, heaving upwards, defying gravity, grows paler when blue stone opens the way, we celebrate the waters now, pouring clear, hard, clean, unconfined- And so are we this rosy morn, rising to greet the day, moving as we … Continue reading Aquifer (day26)
Driven Day 15
Machines everywhere Drive us Lift Haul Compute I carry no code Care not Know less Yet Am driven Nevertheless Widow-mad By every Gadget I’ve only Just learned deemed obsolete too soon destined for junk drawer burial a shallow unmarked grave
Bubble Bound
Most days I’m Glinda a sparkly witch, glittering goodness. See me, bubble bound smiling, serene. See me gliding around granting wishes. Not one hair out of place every sequin sewn tight, my crown is white, I am gauze behind the filtered lens of your projections. Unknown to most however, I squirm, seethe green in too-tight … Continue reading Bubble Bound
Adrift
NapoWriMo Day 6 These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours and not to reach any destination. -Tagore These days I use fewer paper maps. Watch at the window instead for boats at sea, make mountains of molehills, too much emptiness to mine in this idle mind, and here … Continue reading Adrift
Day 24 My Grief
Common, hidden hunted by snakes and large birds of prey my grief escapes in scurrying spirals tucks deep in a Poplar crevasse and in the dark, deep at night she sees the shape of hidden things with huge nocturnal eyes looks and looks before she leaps she trusts the mechanics of her outstretched arms the … Continue reading Day 24 My Grief
Day 23 In Conversation
We large female children who find ourselves rocking one another in rhythms of cradle and breast, who stand in line to honor our dead, our grandmothers our lost boys, we rock on our heels, kiss the brows of our fevered sisters in search of ourselves, our missing colors, our unspoken promises, our unnamed regrets, we … Continue reading Day 23 In Conversation
Day 22 Metonymy Me
Raising a cup for the sun to shine in I’m just weary enough inside my skin Darkening, I listen, for I have been Too long at the fair and the lights grow dim. Grandmother’s angel upon the shelf I hearken to angels inside myself Harps play in trees ‘midst the beckoning green Echoes of children, … Continue reading Day 22 Metonymy Me
Old Trees, Level Distance
Based on an 11th Century Landscape by Guo Xi NaPoWriMo 2021 Preview Prompt: Ekphrasis Friend, I’ll meet you on the bridge In the mist shall we walk together? Last year we were young when we said goodbye Now our hands resemble twisting branches You stoop where once you stood tall, jacket threads trailing My hair, … Continue reading Old Trees, Level Distance
Early Morning Poems 