This small jackpot
is leaving me hungry-
lovely but a snack-
when we need a meal.
How do we climb
to a better vantage
and pull things off the shelf,
find things to satiate this hunger
coming from…
I take my turn
at the wheel of emotions
watch is spin spin spin
an intensity burning in my chest
breasts catching my tears
as they fall fall fall
feeling stupid
for feeling anything at all
fighting my…
A childhood of praying to a man
could not keep temptation away
my feet are still dirty
my hair, a tangled halo
a curvy woman roaming the beach
searching for the shells
Aphrodite left behind
I sit…
See where the barramundi swim
impatient in rough tidal waves
that water, it recedes and leaves me
I could give chase
ah but no
I will not step down to that level
I know that she…
Its is not my plan
to forage emotions
to dig them up from the dirt
of trauma and angst
but there is no nectar to suckle
even if my tongue is parched
some of my memories…
Looking out the window
restless heart dreaming
of flying through the night sky
I stand on tiptoe
stretch my arms up high
hoping to capture a reluctant star
instead I must rock the baby
fretting in his…
oceanic journey
waves shatter against the hull
we welcome the water
catch the rainbow fish
that fall into our laps
gifts from the father of the sea
there are nothing but storm clouds
on the distant horizon…
a cacophony of sound
early in the morning
the smell of breakfast
coffee and bacon
biscuits and eggs
dates and a full calendar
an appetite for each other
when all the lights are off
frustration
worn away by sweat
poetry…
You avant-garde superstition
is a relentless anthem,
painted in magnificent strokes.
It pulls from the haunted evening sky
with deep purples of midnight.
It invades my too-fast cycle of thoughts
as I lie awake staring up…
Its time to pamper myself
by saying no
by walking away
by breaking off chunks
of the chip on my shoulder
revel in the soil of our world
bask in the glory of the sun
mellow but awakening the spirit within