MELANCHOLIA

I broke down In a place Called Famine Wishes On my back Good intentions Safely packed Sacred shrines Built with Dry split bones Line streets Paved with Bricks of mold A hungry place With liquid teeth And too many Stranger things Upside down Reciting prayers Of starving dread Too many Inky squids Writing love letters…

IT WAS A STORMY NIGHT

Using a prompt by Twindaddy a blogger I’ve known for a very long time. What is your oldest memory? Walking with baby fat legs Words hadn’t come yet It was a strange house A woman changed my diaper Gymnastics was on tv Or something sporty and blue Front door was open Old screen door closed…

I STOPPED WRITING

PROMPT: All about words I stopped writing Because I wanted To write like them They were better Smarter, more clever And it hurt me That I wrote like this Small thoughts So simplistic Like a dog Pissing on hydrants Here I am I have words That mean little That change nothing So I stopped writing…

METALLIC MADNESS

Energy flows anxious A metallic madness Inside experience An undetermined groove Not yet known Morphing from dirty To clean again Steps taken full speed A hundred and eighty Into a slow silent breath The good being born The bad its twin Equal liquid gods In your shaky hands To shape and unshape To freeze and…

THE LAUNDROMAT

I’ve been going to the laundromat lately just for kicks and giggles… and because I gave my daughter my washer and dryer… and I really enjoy it. So it doesn’t take long. I can people watch. And it’s one of the only times during the day I can just sit and do nothing. So many…

THE DEAD

The grass is still wet And the ground is warm Roots drink in water Ants make their tunnels Worms lazily burrow A symphony of sounds If one could hear them Through soil and stone But the dead don’t hear Not like the living do The dead are listening The way the universe does

ALWAYS THE END

Small, thin, malleable Strands of long, skinny wire Twisted and woven Between bone and sinew Positive connecting negative Animation progressing Pieced together leftovers A created strength She walks through Sleeping ghosts Hungry zombies And broken humans Searching for survivors

THE POINT OF NO POINT

I climbed so high There were flags I forgot mine So nobody knew Nobody actually cared Why did I climb? All that time All that energy All the effort and life Climbing For nothing but memory And experience And strength And the passing of time Onto the next mountain More climbing I suppose One step…

I DIDN’T KNOW

I didn’t know. I didn’t know about calories. About opinions or judgements. I didn’t know about exercise or the difference between carbs and protein. I didn’t know I was going to spend most of my life worrying about those things. I didn’t know boys would break my heart or that I would feel not good…

ANY KIND OF HEAVEN

Tell me how to breathe In a field of hope I’m so used to the battle Anticipating the fights The enemy fire Tell me how to relax When the air is calm Not toxic or electric Or filled with jealousy How do I thrive In a world of peace When rage and fear Are the…