Sunday, August 29, 2010


waves run like electricity
and pound against me
like pure 

these shades of gray -
will not go back, will
not go back
to the original sparks created
and cannot go back

i fall
and fade
and crack like glass 
and melt in the sand
beneath the waves 
that run like electricity
through me

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Today's Ramblings

today a poem woke me and this time, this time I was ready.

even if you were not.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Sonnets or Symphonies

I spoke with Shakespeare last night.

He told me stories in iambic pentameter.

But I didn't listen.

You see-

Beethoven was down the hall playing Fur Elise.

And all I wanted to do,

Was dance.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

A Metaphor

My grandmother has a jewelry box where she keeps a special ring for each of her granddaughters.

She tells me the story of mine, which is hope.
It breathtaking.  Captivating.
The ring.
The story of the ring.

But I know it means death, before I wear its past.

So her jewelry box, is really Pandora's.

Sunday, August 15, 2010


                              you                   ask
  how I can                      justify
                                           such margins but

sometimes the pen controls me.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Spilled Milk and Other Tragedies

It began-
A simple kiss.
Your lips bless
Curse me now
That you're away.

I was so close, we
We were so close
But milk spills
Into flesh and
Spreads across the
Space between us
In tiny ripples
Of silky, smooth softness
That is not

No use crying.

Friday, August 13, 2010

A Cluttered Commentary on Chasing Circles

I was just wondering, if I sail around the world in eighty days and you do it in seventy nine, does that mean that you love the world more or that you are the faster sailor?  

Or does it simply mean that you are better than I am in chasing circles...

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Conversation w/ a Stranger

*I'm a poet.* Un-confident. More of a question really.

*Are you?* Nonchalant. All knowing.

*Do you doubt me?* Even I doubt me.

*Never.* Serious.

*I'll write for you.* A challenge. A motive. A meaning.

*You always have.* Unbroken composure.

*I don't understand.* A thousand questions burning me outside in.

*Don't you?* Fixed. Constant.

*Perhaps...* Wheels are turning, fires burning.

*Perhaps what?* His eyes on mine. 

*I am an old soul.* Understanding.

*So you do understand.* A star falls.

*Goodbye, then, old friend.* Sometimes there are more than two halves.

*We'll meet soon.* When the planets align for us.

*I know.* I know. Finally, I know.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

A Cluttered Commentary on Starting Again

When I was a little girl, and would complain about being hungry, my father would smile and whisper to me, "hunger is the best spice." And he was right. But not just about food, about life, about the world, about love. Especially love. Sometimes he still looks at me the same way he did when I was eight and in love with the universe, and I'm reminded that being an adult doesn't disallow me the option of being in love with the universe. Does it?

But how do you fall back in love after so much has happened? How do you leave behind the car wrecks and unpaid bills, the flashes of light-lost imprinted permanently on your heart? Start the car. It's all that simple, isn't it? Just remember... everything worth happening, happens when you least expect it. And breathe. Breathing is a necessity. And while your breathing, something might just happen, because life can change with every breath we take. And when your heart hurts, just breathe. And when you can't stop the pain, just breathe. Sooner or later all the pieces will fall into place... they always do.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

A Rambling on Whispers

I want you near
To invent me a game
Where sparks fly like shooting stars
Where each new morning 
Brings new love.

Whisper my love,
Say that you will.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010