In my mother’s houseI say my tummy hurtsand they bring me warm food. In my mother’s houseI am still a child. I am afraid to go home.
Category: Poetry
A Plastic Piano Sonnet
I press an awkward, double-fingered song
Across my daughter’s toy piano keys.
Free-Falling
We are free-falling Everything is strange and changing But it only frightens me when I take my eyes off you You How are you so small And… Read more “Free-Falling”
Like I was Art
She showed me the photo she’d taken without my knowing it And I looked at it And I looked at it And I said nothing It wasn’t… Read more “Like I was Art”
I Am From…
I’m from 3 books at the library on Wednesday evenings
and talking too fast to be understood
Infinite
We are infinite, God and I. Some infinities are simply larger than other infinities. That’s math; I learned it from a John Green novel.
An Old Graveyard
Bury me in an old graveyard…
My mind is a forest…
My mind is a forest. Sometimes I am lost in it. . In some places, Sun shines through trees Gold through green Leaves dance down little fairy… Read more “My mind is a forest…”
Storm Moments
These are moments I wouldn’t trade for a world Moments of coming home A step ahead of the storm Moments of running out to greet it Moments… Read more “Storm Moments”
A Rained World
Today I wander out into the rained world Looking for what? I don’t know But I am looking. The colors are different in a rained world All… Read more “A Rained World”
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