There was a little girl I knew, with vibrant, dancing eyes;
A slender, graceful, little girl, with skin pulled taut that shined;
A careful, hopeful, spirited child with hair that flew behind;
A princess in a castle soon locked up, constrained, confined.
…Just trying to understand her land.
Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall,
Are skin-thick walls too strong to fall?
Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall,Read More »
So, anyone notice that I posted two poems today, when I wasn’t supposed to post any? That was an accident. 😛
I definitely did not know those old poem drafts were posting today! But you can thank my nine-years-younger self for the second one… which I deleted, because it needs massive and important work. But I guess I’ll try to get it up next week to satisfy any curiosity and please those who liked it before I noticed and took it down.
(Because no, this poet does not get notifications on her flip phone.)Read More »
My favorite moment?
Likely my worst one,Read More »
Sometimes I think the funniest thing about him is that I found him normal-
Getting pulled over, breaking down, breaking back in,
my bloody hand from climbing a fence to get to school and the mysterious sock
that we used to clot, and how that was God.
Rock walls tied to the truck while directing traffic on the interstate
so that ducks could pass- It was SMOOTH AS BUTTER! BOWL OF SUGAR! WHOO-Read More »
close to me as I scrawl.Read More »
By one caress, my fingers had met
the last of the warts
that reside on your hand.
By one year of caressing, however,
you’d encountered the first of the
burns that traverse
I kiss your abnormalities,Read More »
Love is a jerk,
a cruel-hearted beast
with a gap-toothed grin
and a cigarette.
Tossing his arm around your shoulder-
the friendliest bloke on the block,
don’t you know-
he opens his jacket to get you to try things
that you’d never dare
if ol’ love were not there.
You follow him home for his company;
He locks you in his house
as he leaves.