playdate haiku
red lint in my hair
googleplex hours of talking
a bruise on my lip
red lint in my hair
googleplex hours of talking
a bruise on my lip
Outside there is a thin wind flirting with the trees it has teased the curtains into dancing; I keep time in my head. Memorizing the seasons, I touch things as if my fingers will learn them again; weary of explanations, at mid-life I am more comfortable with the truth. Outside, the mountain ash hangs heavy…
like a thorn on aging skin
Qasida of the Woman Prone by Federico Garcia Lorca To see you naked is to remember the Earth, the smooth Earth, clean of horses, the Earth without reeds, pure form, closed to the future, confine of silver. To see you naked is to understand the desire of rain that looks for the delicate waist, or…
I see the Past, Present, and Future existing all at once before me.” – William Blake Today the crocuses opened to the sun like a lover. Today the sun kissed my skin sweetly. Today I ripped muscles and danced with joy. Today I took exquisite care of myself. Today I stayed warm and hydrated. Today…
He spoke of being beaten in an off-hand way. Quiet tears streamed down my face.
The fierce rain pounding against my window fills me with ardour. Every drop is an act of devotion from sky to earth. Sometimes love is violent.