Imposing green sepulchers from another planet scratch the backs of white clouds that look like rabbits and dragons and turtles driving motorbikes as they take shape and drift along the blue sea above messy heads. Booted feet crunch on fresh snow mixed with red dirt and I dance and laugh and scoop up a handful… Continue reading Saguaro
Tag: poetry
Bath
I miss my porcelain tub with the claw feet that stood on the black and white checkered floor. That bathroom was a glorified closet and the toilet required courtesy flushes for its century-old system, but every tub I’ve sunk my sore body into since then doesn’t sound the same when I pull my head and… Continue reading Bath
Block
The final sighs of an exhausted heart. It’s a slow death, a toxic buildup of all that was unspoken, unwritten, unadmitted, repeated in a restless mind that sometimes likes to follow the rules. Those sheets of paper, that pen, traveled endlessly and waited for place and purpose to explode in black and white. It was… Continue reading Block
Charmolypi
I could swallow this city whole, brambles and weeds and prickly pears and tarantulas and hawks and wild mushrooms and plums and apples and rosehips and all. And I miss you. I could wash it down with the cool water cascading over graffitied rocks melted from mountain run offs that erodes these cliffs we’d walk… Continue reading Charmolypi
Music
Your laugh has the cadence of forgiveness, so we pick up its rhythm where we left off with banter and mirth and the kind of idiosyncrasies that clapped like toy cymbals over and over, a touch point pulse while heat built beneath our feet. In the laughing absolution, one of us steps too far and… Continue reading Music
Blasphemer
spin beads to lake tide hail mary, full of grace lips press words to fragments of moonlight scattered through waves spun by wind our father, who art in heaven my tracks car tracks their tracks into water hail mary, full of grace pebbles press to flesh dimpling ripples she forgot to know our father, who… Continue reading Blasphemer
Unloved
I’ve been unloved because of the softness in my stomach. I’ve been unloved because of the way my upper lip curls when I laugh. I’ve been unloved because of the way my nose looks from the side. I’ve been unloved because of my politics and my passion for them, for the rights of my humans.… Continue reading Unloved
Blue
I see you in a million shades of blue moving water lit by the sun, in daybreak and dusk burning up stars, and sad notes seeping in minor chords from speakers drenched in nostalgia. Originally written February 18 2018, DeSoto Falls in Alabama.
Sillage
We never could shake that magic. Your dreams stirred my dreams with nothing but sheets between us, and even still with cacti and pines and palms and all this time and space. That Galician word you repeated unfettered whispered itself in my head the night before my eyes even saw it. And it's all that… Continue reading Sillage
Roxborough
This was taken on a beautiful day at Roxborough State Park with someone new in my world who crept into it like the slow burn on a candle wick, altering the form of the life I'd built with wax. By the end of that year, I was changed. I don't know if it was inevitable… Continue reading Roxborough
