Cracks

I made cracks in a wall with my teeth and kept the spirit of my child in it, and told him I will be back for him. I am still the mother, I fold and unfold myself to bring forth a troublesome boy, and this line that runs over my abdomen is the way home….

Counting the Joyful Leaps

Beauty often time eludes  A manifest beauty it is not Plastered in turmoil and tragedy It reeks of frustration And bears a mark of fear Still, by and by Beauty ‘neath the pain Is all life is Counting the joyful leaps And pleasant tears We gain victory And life becomes that thing We just must…

Annihilation

I hear the casket close, Shut tight for one last time For my face to be forgotten Or to remain within someone. I hear the footsteps approaching Like gravel sand sliming through heals High as I go in the blinding dark alley Swaying my cold dead body in awe. The weeping and snuffle hasn’t stopped…

Wagner in Seattle

My father sleeps with an atlas, Each night a vacation To the Seattle opera Where melody becomes his religion Changing prayers of light To soft, tenor cadences. His bones thirst for Wagner Ring Of The Nibelungen Rattling the keyholes of a dream— Lost in the splintered teeth Of Montana mountains He hears a symphony of…

Rebel

    I   In a novel she chose to read, she buried her face, While the night seemed to her longer than usual. The words of Paulo she had made a trace, Everything she dreamed of, incised into a long visual. Her mind did remind her that it was all delusional, But her heart refused…

At The End

Trapped amidst towering pernicious trees, Skin soaked and bone burnt, Dribbling saliva down his chin, Hollowed and cursed, he waits. Trembling legs and clenched fist, Stung eyes cannot mind the mist. Leaves, odiously green, twist and twirl, Coursing and stretching out it’s coiled claws. Weeping, the cowering clay cringes away. Muddy mounds prod and shove,…

Bewilderment

Walk, Road ahead, The leering hyenas waiting, To taste a piece of meat, They are thirsty, Rolling tongues, I can see. A nasty stare, At my body, I feel so dirty. Taking a step, I walk back, Are they coming for me? Fear, Strikes my heart, Run, run All I hear. I try my best,…

How We Hold Our Hands

I can always tell how long it will last or how much it will hurt, by how we hold our hands with obligation awkwardly not at all or intertwined and tightly gripped fingers that communicate all on their own our shared hesitations and advancements palms full of heat the only part of us not fighting…

Life Kicks

Why do we live Sometimes I ask myself There’s too much stress No one is really their self From kids to milfs Busy climbing cliffs Life’s unseen thief Ironically The commander in chief The sailor to our ship True affectionate is a sip From a cup full of grief Life has got us stripped Of…

A Deep Wail

Have you got no feelings,Have you got no heart? Don’t you understand how it is to be torn apart? From our own bodies and from our loved ones We wish you could clearly see how our blood runs We are humans just like you Created by the same God too We have desires, We have…

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