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…
anthropomorphic
the fog stands wet upon the crumbling cliff reaching for its home the dandelions bend into their wasted selves flagging a season done the fescue weaves the earth into the land setting the dining table the scanning sentinel watches over the world marking life’s moments. I watch the wildness of an island alone dripping hungry…
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…
Emotion in Motion ~ Ben’s 19th Birthday
It’s a day I’ve seen sneaking up in my calendar for a month. Days even weeks went by when I didn’t notice it until, again, this week, I was reminded that this Saturday would be April 25th … a day that would have marked Ben’s 19th birthday. This would be the first birthday where Ben…
Fastest and most Expressive Tongue in the West … the East … and Central
When Ben passed away in October, I was left going through thousands and thousands of photos of him and, in the process, one of the very telling parts of his personality was expressed again and again … and that was the constance of his tongue. It found it’s way into both hearts … and almost…
Lost and Found
Lost starving in an iron labyrinth of kiosks Found darting through the scurry of strange feet Lost to the offer of escape Found staring through the open door Lost your fear Found my playfulness Lost a country Found a home Lost a mother Found resilience Lost your place sleeping at my feet Found your way…