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Quiet
It's so quiet! (and I love that sometimes) the silence is just the peace I need the hidden piece to complete a puzzle when the circus is gone and the mess is cleaned up there's a beautiful empty morning with a white hazy sunrise... I love it! before the hectic pace starts again, I'd love to sit in the peace with my…
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A new Hot Valley Writers Issue out today - woo hoo
Yes, I'm sure everyone was breathless with excitement. But it's out today - brand new fiction, non-fiction, and poetry. With some fabulous contributions from PJ folk. Thanks to everybody who submitted, we hope you'll submit for the next issue. http://www.hotvalleywriters.com
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Every time
I can't help but be myself all the way to the end the last day my last breath! I can't become numb until then that last day, when my last drop of blood drips and dries and my last bit of spirit floats out of this shell that is my body I don't know what I'll do then! but I have to be myself all the way until that final…
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beautiful picnic
take you by the hand off and goin to tall grass purple little flowers yellows & reds dancing with each wind we'll sit in grasses i'll have my guitar arms around each other your scent calling news is huge birds they annouce waves below crashing smashing rocks i know you are mine i yours grasses emerald and golden brown…
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All Over Your Picnic
Let me cover you in what I got here's an old poem that I'm laying upon you on top of that a watermelon jolly rancher and a picture of basketball I'll cover you with kisses and haystacks and one ice cream sandwich this older blanket has been on beds and on picnics under card games and radios a frilly white runway for leaves…
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Partnerships
Partnerships... energy field help, actual physical help, inspirational help too partnerships, friendships, guidance hands to hold! two create more find the right people for doing and creating and the results multiply the whole positive impact is bigger and the whole process is quicker easier, better! I started writing to…
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My Niece's Jesus Belt
peculiar but not unusual your style and that you would accessorize raising divinity that way with innocent intent you gently reflect the way twelve-panel Jesuses would in full Sunday color adorning not the usual beltway but through hallowed loops ascending teenage conformity my foot and probably less than three probably…
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a small one
minutes absorb what is water to thought thought I'd add another log to the thought I'd adhere to that which pulled me in and under wrenches, snow, clanging, thought I'd with pebbles and small things tossed in rabbits, stars, crickets, darkness the pull of fire & looking at you
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Squinted
you're more than romance to me you're the rip chord pulled right through you're the clouds of ground and gray the way the air sounded and when I laugh these past two years, you're my whole head and all the time that went by it and what I did you are the night the raw wonderful moon and summer and afternoon you made the…
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Rocks, Air, and Something
sure the green grass blue undertones and brown glass dropping water on you like rain, it doesn't matter except that this was yesterday today the face of your smile reflects your eyes like you swallowed stars traveled light their miles came back and now you talk about it I could listen to this as you flow dew days or even…
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Remember to pronounce every living thing long
Then you can find it's true name
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Blazing Star, Burned Bright, Burned Out
I pulled back the glass on my lovers eyes and behind her looking glass no wonder no land only lies, and hatter's illuminated in no light you hold on to pain beneath your scars and strain and that smile won't fool ME anymore today I'd do anything for you baby I'd give you my all but I'm afraid I just don't need you I don't…
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xmas
No centering function so I guess it's half a tree.... up on a tree glows a star joyously bringing light in to darkness brightening the day and warming the heart drawing family and friends together with feelings of hope love
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Twenty Fewer
(inspired by words of Chadwick) TWENTY FEWER (December 15/12) There’ll be 20 fewer children at school today There’ll be 20 fewer children on the grounds, at play There’ll be 20 fewer children on the swings to sway There’ll be 1 more soul in hell, let us pray Let’s take the guns from their hands Put their hands in ours…
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anunnaki's daughter
time: “the continuous, forward flowing of events . . . . . . the mind has no innate awareness of time, merely the awareness of events taking place in time” no beginning of time no before time without events there would be no time so there was nothing before time but this nothing is still something the alpha point of the…
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Irish Sausage
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New Song
I was thinking I needed a song this morning (a song that hasn't been written yet) it's a song about Joy and Love and Sight and people who show up when they need to! (and people who bring lights when it's dark) and friends who feel happy just to be near today I was feeling the melody of this song that's yet to be written it…
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Wreckage
At the turnstile I sat down and wrote this for just after disembarking. It's called... Wreckage Turmoil at the gates wrenches Retching minds flinch at The images and sound of Weeping in the back ground While the names are counted off Slowly. Train wreck of anger Lends no solace to Questions unanswerable but who Would dare…
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i would write everyday
I would write everyday if it would make you smile. You're love is the only thing that matters here with these words . If you smile from something i would say i would jump and yell from the top of my lungs! I just want to sit and talk about the red sands that sparkle across the sea when the bats fly. You know the time that…
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beaten down
This is a poem I wrote to my daughter to try to explain to her why I stayed when it should have made me leave. I felt grounded to a spot with rubber cement to the bottom of my feet. Everything I had believed- everything I felt in my soul-had been ripped from my soul. A woman beaten and abused is stripped of her strength in…