Final Act – Oblivious Ode and Deaths Dirge “What burned first?” asked the Air to the Dirt. “Must have been man” interjected a falling Star. “The Earth coaxed the Wind on the embers like a Siren and blew Them across creation with fiery” the Dirt revealed. “But who started the fire?” The Atmosphere pleaded withContinue reading “What Burned First? – a piece of an epic poem in progress”
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Bottom of the List
A lifetime of last I write this not to boast or brag about a cleaned office. Not to say depression got me here and this is how I overcame it. Not to say I will never let it get this bad again. And definitely not to say that I will never put myself last again.Continue reading “Bottom of the List”
The Quiet
The Melody has Gone to School The Quiet There are missed notes of memories here Part of the cycle of youth There is less energy here For a third of the measure to sun to the moon Less delay Less rush Repeat for five bars a week And the Quiet The Quiet stole the memoriesContinue reading “The Quiet”
Woman; The Predator
The female lion does much of the hunting for their pride. They are perhaps better at it than their male counterpart. Some female octopi prey upon their mates (humans must be relieved that isn’t a dominate trait in most species). The tigress become mothers at a young age, lose about half of their children to lack of food or other predators, and yet the tigress is one of the top predators and a known fierce protector of their young. For women, we are predatory if you ask too much or take up too much space or choose dress in a certain way. In direct sales you are a predator for simply being too bothersome
The Garden Witch
I never did get those pills to make me normal, to make me not a weed. I was told though that I would outgrow it. I never did. I kept on being a worry weed but I also kept on pretending. Magical adventures as a good witch with enchanted gardens. How could one worry so much with a garden?
In a Bell Jar at Sea
Living with Major Depressive Disorder – in Prose Poetry I slept many years now. Down the drain before I could stop it. You know those drives where you forget how you got there. This all happened so fast yet at such slow pace. The mirror shows the same eyes and same nose. Same plain faceContinue reading “In a Bell Jar at Sea”
Noom has Landed
Noom, links and giveaways
“Oh, Sunchilde: Summer Soliloquies” COMING THIS SUMMER!
“I wanna eat the sunshine like candy/ Get the/ Rays stuck between/ my teeth/ Hide behind the shine,/ come find me/ come find me, all me….” Construction of the Summer edition of my 4-part poetry series is underway! I cannot express how excited I am. I have spent much of my poetry “career” writing aboutContinue reading ““Oh, Sunchilde: Summer Soliloquies” COMING THIS SUMMER!”
Embracing the Backburner
Early this year I had decided I was going to publish four poetry collections, one themed for each season. The winter and spring segments were easy in the sense that half, if not over half, of the content was already written or in the making of. The summer and fall collections however were going toContinue reading “Embracing the Backburner”
The Depth of an Image
While this photo is not the cover of my second collection To Want the Winter, it is the photo that I share often when talking about it. The feathers, the snow, their color contradiction, the location, and the people I was with at the time all mean something. The depth and the magnitude behind aContinue reading “The Depth of an Image”
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