Monthly Archives: February 2013

365 Days of Poetry: Day Fifty-Eight

a new journey.
victory a stranger path.
than failure.

there will be few answers.
as these things go.
yet what if.
is a death sentence.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Fifty-Seven

the cold crashes in.
where I want to stay.

the first trial.
of winter mornings.
rising above.
frost and regret.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Fifty-Six

it’s what’s for dinner.
not profitable enough.
to stay on the table.

each player takes a slice.
that could soften their bottom line.
Stone Cold is not here to share the beer,
and cut the bullshit.

the guests are gluttons.
juices running down their faces.
as they smile at the swollen bellies.
of starving children.

their time could come.
karma could prevail.
the earth could feed her children.

but peace-
it’s what’s for dinner.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Fifty-Five

Not a new one today, because I am going through old stuff and want to share this one.


I watched them
with you
strong and supple gymnasts
lithe and free in their movements
as I never was.

I know I’ve been
a disappointment to you
I feel your disapproving stare
across the miles.

You wanted a lithe little girl
who danced
and ate with grace
who never complained
no steps out of place.

I won’t be your martyr
this score you want
to settle with the world
is not my battle
is not my way
is not my place.

I observe the dance
and write about it.
I observe your pain
and write about it.
I dance in the rain
and write about it.
I lose my pain
and write about it.

Through it all
I feel
your stare
is not my talent.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Fifty-Four

beneath ceaseless skies.
the apex of strange horizons.
could be seen.

an electric velocipede.
head jerking–
right, left.

one must observe their domain.

Continents are Named

A double post tonight, because I want to share map progress. All continents are named, though the world is not. Any suggestions are welcome. I’ll figure it out tomorrow. Staring at this all day was easy enough on the eyes, but I need some time away before I mess something up.


365 Days of Poetry: Day Fifty-Three

far away, the gods.
sit on their wooded thrones and laugh.
pulling the strings,
sending their leaves,
to fall apart in our midst.

the detritus of longing.
consumes the savage and the prim.
dusting our foreheads,
spreading to hearts,
to burst them all in our bodies.

far away, my mother.
sits on her throne and laughs.
forgetting her daughter,
dissolving her brain,
to die and leave a vacant home.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Fifty-Two

little dolls.
spinning for their mothers.
amusement, this drama
makes filling for their lives–
fake strawberry compote
and marshmellow fluff.
when the curtains fall.
and the shoes come off.
the blisters burn.
and the porcelain cracks.

think of the children.
they are our lives.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Fifty-One

i am not an easy person.
i smoke.
i drink.
i like being alone.

i am not an easy friend.
i hide.
i complain.
i hate to sugarcoat.

i am not an easy girl.
i cover up.
i read books.
i dream of the city.

i am not an easy person.
but i’m loyal.
and i’m loving.
and i like cheese.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Fifty

the end times.
we have come to the end times and I–
I am done.

pushing and pulling.
we are brought back from the brink.
destruction has already come down,
I am lifeless now.

go on without me.
they all do.
i am not essential.

nor do I want to be.
I see it with clarity now.
more than ever before.

no more guilt for participation.
no need to promote.
no constant attention.

gotta fly now.

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