Black Friday Reverberates
Black Friday
Seems to radiate out
like spokes on a wheel
Loss of humanity at the hands of commodity
People being trampled in the name of a deal
It happens earlier each year
until the deal making starts
the day before
ON Thanksgiving night
Where workers whose wages
just don’t add up Read the rest of this entry »
Autumn Amber Light
Soft tranquil sounds
Of autumn’s amber light
Crinkling leaves
And icy winds
Dancing tango in the night
A boy and girl
Walk hand and hand
Beneath the aged, yellowing moonlight
Hugged up in the warm womb
Of ochre colored hoodies and
Swish sounds of green corduroy thighs
Rubbing out messages like crickets
Far from sight Read the rest of this entry »
They Are . . .
Loads of change
happening all around me
babies being born,
dear friends dying,
slowly
painfully,
disorientingly sudden
another transitioning,
a sick child,
a busy schedule,
a new career height
The beauty/pain/surprise
of this life. Read the rest of this entry »
The Magnificent (Larry C. Green, October 1, 1951- September 11, 2006)
My Father
It’s not safe
no more
You’re not here
Wasn’t safe when you were near
Wasn’t sweet
But now I crave that bitter taste Read the rest of this entry »
Where Am I?
Where Am I?
When I can’t hear my own voice
Feeling my way in the dark
(I heard something . . . faintly)
Following a gut
Instinct
All that’s left
When the world shouts you down
Drowns out the sound of your own thoughts
Losing my way
Losing my self
I can barely touch, fingertips outstretched
Lips moving — no sound
Hands out in front
Feeling the relief map
walls beneath my prints
Reading lips to guide me back Read the rest of this entry »
Delicate
The littlest of things
pockmark thoughts
burrow holes
onto dreams
The thinnest of papery
onion skin
marks me
bluely translucent beneath
This pulsing of red
rushes heart and then head
with its hands upon time
twisting it blind Read the rest of this entry »
Can You See Me?
There are times when I wish all the baggage would just fade away
Sisters
All the missteps
All the competition
All the hurt feelings, past betrayals or misunderstandings
To hell with rivalry
And we could just be
like we were
Little girls in love
With life
with our parents
with each other
Not women fighting
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