Purge

Sometime I have to dig my fingernails into the keyboard to bleed It’s a healthy thing I swear. If you only tasted the iron in my apathy Would you then keep typing? I went to a jungle last week I hated the place I hated the monsters I hated the climate that made me sweat…

Little

Moments when You feel like A sparrow Small Fragile Sometimes the surface of my smile is like a speckled eggshell Vulnerable to the tiniest of bumps and cracks I am little in a great big place A great big world With my little hands My little age spots And my big understanding of pain. I…

Surface

Here is a recent poem dealing with some of the more difficult parts of life.

Song Lyrics from the Villagers

This beautiful song is sad and sweet. The words alone don’t do it justice, but were worthy of including on everydaypoet. Nothing Arrived by Villagers Savannah scatters and the seabird sings So why should we fear what travel brings? What were we hoping to get out of this? Some kind of momentary bliss? I waited…

Shaken

A glitch in the matrix A disturbance in the force The interruption you feel When you find out news About someone you care about While some say Every time a bell rings An angel’s doing things the interruption I keep hearing is distant human suffering

Weep

My face contorts, twisting muscle, pulling skin – tears again A familiar posture – SURVIVAL, then pain, then muscle memory. Maybe bending my brows and pursing my cheeks will alter reality Or perhaps offer salve. They travel- tear to eyes- face to heart and back again. Temporary agony. I know. Brief, I’m certain. But deep….

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

This is one of my all time favorite poems about our inability to prepare for and handle loss, despite previous disappointments, practice and even cynicism. There is a newness to fresh loss and a depth that sorrow can strike, even when we use our best efforts to thwart unexpected pain.   One Art The art…

The Weeds We Wear

So much skin, old Shedding shedding a shroud Like a snake would abandon the clothing that warmed identified and covered him. Like I would walk away from a friend and another friend that I thought would cover me From storms From fears From the plague of idle boredom between college and married. And it may…

W. H. Auden’s Funeral Blues

  One of my friend’s lost his stepfather today. This year more than one friend had an unexpected death in their family. As I grieve with them I echo the words of Auden, feeling this need to announce losses and pause everything around us. Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog…

Ruby Slippers

sometimes I shut my eyes and try and hope that no one else gets hurt gets sick loses a life or a friend sometimes I click my heels and grit my teeth and hope for babies to stay alive in their mother’s belly’s sometimes I hold my breath and duck in hopes that hurricanes will…

This month births tragedies.

    No one told me to wear armor today. I really didn’t know. I wasn’t totally awake when the blows started. And, to be honest, it’s been like this two weeks. Waking up to unexpected battles. I wasn’t able to dodge the news about Dan’s death.   And there was more. Nothing softened the…