I felt raw-boned & rusted Dragging my hands in pockets full of scared Pockets full of scared & Walking a road rutted with wanting to get out I was wanting to get out That red dirt prison, that green-treed mess A … Continue reading Raw Boned
It’s almost May, the last worry free month before Hurricane Season but also the month of preparation. Early summer ferns unfurl as we test the roll ability of storm shutters. Magnolia blossoms waft their lemony scent as we store bottles … Continue reading Hurricane Season
Pass through the skin of the chrysalis, emerge pumped into Earth, a mythological creature with a body blooded on sunlight, a body called more, and wings perched perpendicular from bathing in more heat than color. ***** Napowrimo Day 24 prompt: … Continue reading Beautiful Misfit
Feet bound to earth one day, soaring through space the next, turning a page from past to future and skipping everything in between. Weightless above mountain tops, above savannas spread below rich with movement, the khaki and green of the … Continue reading Weightless
Bob lived in a castle in the clouds, when he was home the clouds tinkled like zills on a bellydancers fingers, when he was out the clouds did the Hustle because Bob forbade it when he was home. Bob had … Continue reading Tea with Bob
She was fairy fluff conjured up by a man named Baum who, like many men, see women as either Good or Bad. Glinda was a fantastical ideal with a blank smile dressed in a frothy pink (of course) dress, perfect … Continue reading Glinda was never a Witch
My eyes are dry now Still, my heart flows river-like To a sea of tears ***** Napowrimo Day 18 prompt: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write an elegy of your own, one in which the abstraction of sadness is … Continue reading Grief in Repose
When night falls on Earth, millions of eyes turn to me, bask in my brilliance. Lovers together kiss in my light or, separate, look on my face, stifle their howls. Poets write verse upon verse in fascination, never wanting for … Continue reading Selene
Some days start off heavy and never lighten up. Bones and joints ache from years of bending and reaching and lifting and pushing and remind me that I’m not 23 anymore although in my head I am. Some days, no … Continue reading Some Days
Each time I heard you sing was like the first time, your voice billowing like thunderclouds rising into blue, then fluttering like cherry blossoms to earth, every note opening space in my chest until my throbbing heart was fully exposed. … Continue reading Roxane
