The young Earth sleeps a fitful sleep.
Her oceans, rivers, dreams grow deep.
Her people shout and she can’t wake
Until her fitful fever breaks.
Aug 28, 2023
Aug 28, 2023 at 1:38 AM UTC
Like a glacier must flow,
I need you to know some things you can’t see.
It’s going to be different for me.
I had to fight so hard to be happy,
to be proud. And I did,
and now I can’t put it down.
So what I need you to know is this:
I’ll still be holding it.
I will hold your hand up to my eyes
and marvel at how it looks in mine,
and I will be happy, and I will be proud,
and I will do my best not to think
about what feelings one is allowed.
And I will hold on, but to do so
I will put no part of me down.
I kindly ask you to remember that
my arms will be a little full always already.
May 29, 2023
May 29, 2023 at 2:31 PM UTC
The side of my face
that was facing the sun
knows about being burned
slowly by a loved one.
Apr 24, 2023
Apr 24, 2023 at 3:58 PM UTC
The thing about doves
is that they’re pigeons.
The thing about grass
is that it itches.
The thing about love
is that it is made of glass
and not religion. Anyway,
I’ll see you after class
Apr 24, 2023
Apr 24, 2023 at 3:55 PM UTC
How he holds his hands
in front of him, palms out,
speaking softly as if to a
spooked wild creature,
reassuring it he won't
approach too quickly.
That he is safe.
How I've waited to be
approached in good faith.
How I've sat at the window,
mind far above the room,
breath catching with the shadow
of every passing bird.
How I've willed it to be
one of us, swooping in,
tapping the glass with the
holding end of her broom.
She'd raise her hands
like I was a wild songbird
she didn't want to fly away,
and softly say,
I haven't said a word.
And I'd say, I know.
I recognize you, too.
Apr 21, 2023
Apr 21, 2023 at 12:42 AM UTC
The rusted chests of robins
are bobbing in the breeze.
Their little feet above
their heads, isn't it odd to see?
And just as I’m about to dare
this bird a bat to be,
I blink and see instead
the clinging of the leaves,
all dead.
Dec 5, 2022
Dec 5, 2022 at 12:48 PM UTC
The duck with the voice of a smile,
The finger that follows the thread,
The dance with the air of beguile,
The tree with the flowers in red.
The dirt on the back of the shovel,
The sigh at the foot of the bed,
The bird with the flight of remembered,
The life that still lives in the dead.
Oct 8, 2022
Oct 8, 2022 at 1:02 AM UTC
The mouse in my brain who controls all the switches
Sits back on its haunches to wait for its pill.
It swallows it down and then blinks as it misses
Whatever it was that had first made it ill.
Oct 8, 2022
Oct 8, 2022 at 1:02 AM UTC
Each day I wake up younger
than I was the day before,
Look around with open eyes,
knowing less and learning more.
I tilt my head to understand
the tide that eats the shore,
And at night I sleep well knowing
that I don't know the score.
Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 3:07 PM UTC
An avalanche kills a deer
that feeds a mountain lion.
If it all came crashing down
who would I become?
So badly do I need to know
that I push the first stone.
Jul 20, 2022
Jul 20, 2022 at 2:56 PM UTC