The Birds Still Migrate in Formation. {poetry}
If fed and nourished, some birds stay in place. Even the small hummingbird can face the cold when fed and welcomed, avoiding the costs of exhaustion.
Browsing Category:
poetry
War-Words: Picture Frame in My Mind’s Eye. {poetry}
The war is over or is it? Do I know you as a dirty innocent thing yet? A discarded soft child forgotten by your god? A picture frame made of wilted flowers?
We’ve Become Crude: Our Common Tale of Woe. {poetry}
We’ve become boxers who bite opponents. We’ve become women who fail to report rape. We’ve become men who piss themselves. This is our common tale of woe.
I Am Learning to Hold All Things Gently. {poetry}
Loss and death just make room for fresh things, things that sometimes we understand and sometimes we don’t. Darling, stay open, let your heart grow.
Nanny State Blues: A Dystopian Fantasy. {poetry}
Nathan dumped his state-dispensed 4 oz. Jolly cup designed for kale and fish egg smoothies and guzzled home brew instead.
It Is That Time of the Year Again. {prose poetry}
It is the end of the year in which you were reminded of what it was, how it was, how it felt, how it shaped your understanding of today.
The Miscarriage: Ebba’s Woe Is in Us All. {Poetry}
Ebba looked into the white ground, gleaming back at her like a dish of salt, the only reflection she saw being her sorrow.
Celestial Eyes: Memory of Encounters Past. {poetry}
I’ve always believed in some sort of ‘meant to be’, and by that, I mean that there is more to our encounters than meets the eye.
For Idoru: The Turquoise City Girl. {poetry}
I raise my head and I meet the most beautiful turquoise color there is in the Universe, spread throughout the skies above my city.
Coincidences Are Not Coincidences: My Shadow and I. {poetry}
I must face my shadow side if I am to evolve into what the Bodhisattva poet-warrior of loving kindness 7th-century Buddhist monk Shantideva describes below.