in autumn
in the burgeoning light
of a new day
the songbird
eats honeysuckle fruit
getting stronger
reclaiming
gifts she once left behind
to share freely
in the rain
she is cleansed and renewed
returning home
O, an obsidian eye peering into the depths of my infinity The pink of U the aroused blush on my tongue— moist and turgid I, a bridge into places— blue and willowy surrendering to an unknown sky Red A, a pyramid of delight— you are reckless, bloody and without fear E, you come to me,…
red lint in my hair googleplex hours of talking a bruise on my lip
“Like water, be gentle and strong. Be gentle enough to follow the natural paths of the earth and strong enough to rise up and reshape the world” ~Brenda Peterson In order to be strong enough to rise up I need to acknowledge where I haven’t been that strong (and in order to be gentle, I…
As a celebration of National Poetry Month, I am going through my own poetry and getting it ready for publication as so many of my friends and fans have encouraged me to do. (Thanks for the encouragement, everyone!) I am also celebrating some of my favorite poets here on ye old blog. I was introduced…
oh, fragrant flower! open yourself to me now so that I may love you
(it began and ended with super heroes) sweetness of night cold and clear the lights of the city and the telling of stories massaging out the knots mutuality (the light is nearly at its climax now) rain-soaked honeysuckle blossoms on bare skin in the morning veneration and passion (and the burgeoning fear) “In brightest day,…