I. My ghost of us strides upon the heath, unrequited, I’m stained hungry with regret steps cover the discarded, morning mist with fast feet leaving not a print on the shards of blasted bedrock, heaved hard, my breast of bramble wild and untempered, feral love, once your attention had tamed, wild again wants what it…
Letting Go
When to let go? when do I …? when does the holding on stop being pain and become a habit of always checking the door before bed always running a fork through my fish always hanging an ornament given by someone you don’t even remember of dusting dog bowls four years empty — when does…
My Phantom Limb
A phantom limb I feel your pain gone and dead. I walk with a limp now four years a broken limb ripped from my trunk weathered wormed worn gone and dead. A limb warm still beating and bursting golden into a sky ready to burst with tears still rustling through my fingers. A limb that…
Memory’s — — Space
Today — — you rest remembered — — in — — a space — — a place of sand — — and ash pawprints — — upon — — an urn a soft spot a safe — — sojourn waiting — — having left — — me listening — — to your memories — —…
Forest Nocturne
an autumn twilight | rains: forest stars drip leafs upon: broken | hearted pillars of wood: a shipwreck | spears present: in a past — a future parted out of reach | I mourn | the walk a passage of time | locked away: in a closet sand in my shoe | pebbles | rock…
Ekadent
Ekadent the child in her unwinds the wool of words solitaire hummingbirds hover as she plays upon a butterfly table history bookworm devours the unbroken spines of libraries cookies a girl-guide hand reaches into depression glass friendship pilgrims ring brass bells through the Oregon grape trumpets big band jazz carpets lazy story-telling afternoons grammar disciplines…
In Memoriam: Mark
You are a light against the darkness You are a path through our maze You are courage in the face of fear You are gone and still are near. You are a hero, a giant, in an epic story You are peace in a world of worry You are the smile that sets the tone…
Possessing Loss: Remembering Ben
I’d never realized that loss is such a complicated and nuanced concept. I thought you either had something or you didn’t — that something is either possessed or it is lost. I figured the only complication would be if something is misplaced. But over the last year, I’ve discovered that loss is something that can…
A Study in Yellow ~ No. 6: Ben’s Paw Prints
“A Study in Yellow #6: Ben’s Paw Prints” Paw prints into my heart Dancing in the fresh snow Muddied upon upon the floor following you everywhere A mark against a window Swatted on my face your pads pulse with life Grasping tight a toy Digging into my denim jeans holding on…
Ben ~ In Memoriam
It was a rainy morning, a forecast filled with tears. Ben, the miracle dog, has left us, left my hearth, but not my heart. These past few days have been the saddest of my life — and that isn’t hyperbole. It seems only right that it has poured rain almost non-stop here for two days, save…