Category: Poetry

Desert Storm

(A Response) Mood: It’s that one dream. The one they keep showing in the movies. You are walking down a road, everything seems okay and then suddenly the road disappears, and you’re falling. (Perhaps it is important to begin with a dedication, to you – the one who threw themselves into the depths of the impossible. For you who has…

Picture Perfect

Mood: In an old story a father of great means spends 17 years trying to find his daughter a ping pong ball with pink spots (in the world of the story they don’t exist – and it doesn’t make sense for the father to just get one made because logic). She dies at 18, unsatisfied. Desire is cruel. Welcome to…

See, a Man.

See a man stand, his left hand rests on the nape of its neck, his right hand tugs at its strings. His lips kiss the mesh. His truth a whisper and a pulse. A whisper and a pulse. A whisper and a pulse.   See a man, see him call to the past – and feel it respond.  Feel the…

And Breathe

Dwell. Wait. Gather. Create. Expand. Accept. Pull. Consult. Study. Restate. Step. Dwell. Wait for Gather with Create for Expand with Accept to Pull with Consult on Study with Restate to Step with Dwell and Wait for those you Gather with to Create for others to Expand with those who Accept to Pull with the rest as we Consult on the…

Cutting Back

NMG to fire staff, shut down Nation FM, QTV June 30, 2016   Even as they fell us. Even as they fell us. We watched. (did it happen?) Even as they fell us Even as they fell us We gathered. The rain of bodies and minds falling in the abyss is similar to the cosmos. Only from the ashes does…

The Uninvention of the Dream

The uninvention of the dream began with a song. The lyric was heard echoing in the most unexpected places. Here, there, somewhere. And then another and then another. The uninvention of the dream neither happened where they wanted it to happen, nor where they thought it might happen. The uninvention of the dream, thus, was expected – and unexpected. The…

The Cloths of Earth

I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. W. B. Yeats   Now that I have your dreams, what would you I do with them? Should I put them in a bag where I store the dreams of past lovers, and give them away to weary passersby? Would they take them? Would…

Again  

  Look up. Step up. Meet the challenge. Get hit. Fall down. Look up. Step up. Get hit again. Doubt. Spiral. Try to start again. Falter. Reject. Fail. Wander. Dance. Get hit again. Look up. Walk. Stagger. Take a step. Fall. Get up. Fall. Get up. Fall. Wallow. Roll around in the mud. Get your clothes dirty. Learn to clean…

I don’t feel like naming this poem

We, who have decided to go on with living life or dying along the path. We, who once walked on all fours to find nothing more than a sandwich and two pieces of ham. We, who saw the wounded and had no way to ease the suffering other than platitudes, and love letters. We, who have told and retold stories…

Musical Chairs

Somewhere a lost people send echoes of faded memory across the sea. And they dance to the rhythm of the pain of time, fractured. 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and Step and 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and Step and 1. The rain, you said, reminds you of a time when you were young. When the…