For Kaira

For Kaira Come out today And do not hold back your heart gently I have carved a passageway For you to free those moving years Hold your heart like your hand Out the window of a speeding cavalcade Flying by the wind-broke land Come out today And dance as Kaira would Under the tree, in…

Someday Dedication

Someday Dedication Seduced by the smell of coffee Guatemala, jazz, and the sound of rain falling in my cupped hand Someday more delicate than a thread You will eventually reach for me Behind the sun setting on Tower Bridge Someday, I’ll see that certain angel carried by the sun Riding like in your favorite poem…

Poem for my Former Self

Poem for my Former Self There are these fragments of you in me Your passion, your kindness, and your beautiful dreams Three kinds of melody, I guess I remember those old lessons All of those stories Pregnant and continued Like a canvas stretched across everything Busy, alone, petrified, ecstatic The secrets and the skeletons I…

For the Brightest Star that Tonight We Cannot See

For the Brightest Star that Tonight We Cannot See For the brightest star that tonight we cannot see Blocked by the gentle clouds that will someday clear away Soon we’ll have autumn moons and still nights And you can shine like the Parisian lights Emerge from the night sky with comforted wings To overcome the…

Rabbit-Hole

Rabbit-Hole I started a camp-fire down the rabbit-hole yesterday And I fanned it with my molting spring feathers My body looked leaner in the flames shadow I sure wish you could have been there It would be a tight fit You and I down this rabbit-hole But the company would have been nice Like two…

Hope is Hanging on the Foot of the Moon Tonight

Hope is Hanging on the Foot of the Moon Tonight My hope is hanging on the foot of the moon tonight Isn’t it beautiful? There it is dangling The substance of dreams Of mind and spirit And what happens in between You know, there is also some sweetness A work in progress Like a garden…

For Today, A Lot Like Tomorrow

For Today, A Lot Like Tomorrow 3 blocks away I can hear the brakes of the train Dragging, heaving, and pulling into the station Like excited dogs tugging back on their leash On the first warm day of spring For today, a lot like tomorrow I am those brakes A rambling rhythm with the A.M….

Between the Birth and Death of the Stars

I once read somewhere that human beings are made of 93 percent stardust.  The main elements that compose our bodies: oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, and nitrogen are manufactured by or fuel these lights that have guided explorers and gathered our deepest wishes.  At the birth of a star, clouds of dust gather heavy in its gravitational…

Intermezzo

While gathering my thoughts for my next post involving body image and chronic pain, I remembered this poem by Joyce Sutphen.  As a woman who experiences pain on a daily basis, these words have reminded me not just to pay attention to the sharp pangs, the burning, and the noise my body makes in the…