Category: Poetry

April

I’ll draw a picture of my life, Colors running outside the lines, Bright sun blazing through the downpour, The silver lining leaking out, Running wild through the streets, The song of the wind the only refrain, The sound of your name. The sound of your name. I’ll tell […]

Stood Up

  I spent all of twenty minutes, Deciding what to wear, Maybe half an hour, Doing something with this hair, Then rushed through, soggy, rain-slicked streets, Fog hanging in the air, Only to find our table empty, You were never there.   I waited until they closed the […]

The Rocket Ride

Now you’re on the launchpad, waiting for the rocket ride, and if you play it cool enough, maybe they’ll invite you inside, so deep inside, the catacombs of Wonderland, the world as you’ve never seen, the soft, white, underbelly, of the darkest dream, where everything is at your […]

It’s Me, Pearl.

Itโ€™s Me, Pearl. An Ode to Janis Joplin Itโ€™s never me, itโ€™s you, except that itโ€™s always me, it has never not been me, it has never not been some glaring inadequacy of me, when at my best, it was me, unintentionally, making everyone else feel bad, about […]

Saturday

You bark-tweet, shout-scream, whisper-dream, some thing into the void, Clamoring for relevance for distribution to the masses the echo back that tells you your voice reached someone somewhere somehow From here in a quiet room where words play out a merry tune and out of tune relinquish themselves […]

Mr. Mercury

The other day someone shared this great quote from Freddie Mercury that really spoke to me. I’ve found several versions of the quote.         What that means is that what he meant when he wrote whatever it was, and what the listener/reader gets out of […]

Poetess

I’ve dared to look upon the stars in wonder, in awe, and dream. I’ve dared to think for myself and challenge that thinking, to question it, to ponder my own existence. I’ve dared to believe in love, to hope, to have faith. I’ve dared to write poetry only […]

An Ode to the Hollow

An Ode to the Hollow April 2013   We were both So much more beautiful when we were younger. Which begs the question, of what is beautiful in middle age… I think To be ourselves, us… I look at these old pictures, we were beautiful. But there is […]

Patti Smith, Just Kids

I loved this memoir from Patti Smith of her early years in New York with Robert Mapplethorpe. Some of the subject matter won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, the title doesn’t reveal that this is a book for adults, and it is gritty in places. Smith reveals that […]

The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran

“Then Almitra said, speak to us of Love. And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when […]

I’ve Planted Roses

I’ve planted roses in my bones, and left the ashes of those years, in an urn mixed with tears, lit on fire with my fears, disintegrated, gone away, I couldn’t live with them any longer, I don’t know if it made me stronger, holding on and out for […]

Zen, and the Art of Poetics

“Writers are not just people who sit down and write. They hazard themselves. Every time you compose a book, your composition of yourself is at stake.” ~ E.L. Doctorow In the bottom of my beach bag, I found a notebook full of poems I wrote last summer, along […]