My finger runs across my palm, searching for callouses.
Day 10 – Write a list poem.
Day 9 – The difference between broken things and broken people.
Day 3 – If your body could speak to you, what would it say?
Day 8 – Talk about freedom and the evolution of its meaning over the ages – the personal, the political and the in-betweens.
Is freedom a state of being or a journey?
Day 7 – Define a Poem
Unmask my mistakes. Highlight my losses. Focus on my faults. I don’t regret them. Glaze my flaws with yellow paint, decorate my surface with amber kinks. Let golden veins adorn my hardened skin. They shine at the points where I break, where I was weakest. I’ve endured your boiling hate, absorbed hellfire much longer than […]
You kneaded me, tried to shape me to your liking, extra-thin crust, light sauce, easy on the toppings, bland. Your well-intentioned hands smashed my skin, spread emotions evenly on a cold surface. Like a child, you tossed me in the air, filled my body with hope, weightless, dead space underneath me, knowing you would catch […]
Will this fog ever lift? I ask without expecting a direct answer. I check your pulse with two fingers to the ground, hoping for a sign of your healing. I quiet white noise with white light, silence the static of statistics to steal back a sliver of sanity. I feel your cry, though my hearing […]
Photo: Le Croisic – Tempête by ThierryB. https://www.flickr.com/photos/46891291@N02/ Summer love does not wait for long-winded diatribes It does not fester and spring upon the fool who sits by the shore and waits for the perfect wave. It falls in love with the swimmer who sees his possible fate and continues into the unknown. Bliss bequeaths the […]