ColetteRageIn a fit of helpless-two-year-old exasperation/rage/frustration expressing itself through my 51-year-old body, I flung my glasses.Jan 31Jan 31
ColetteinThis Glorious MessChasing Rainbows and BalanceMy legs cross, knees at equal heights. My eyes close. My sense of touch intensifies, and I rearrange my butt cheeks, for even distribution…Sep 19, 20173Sep 19, 20173
ColetteinPoetry Under CoverLet’s take it slow, honeyLet’s take it slow, honey, break it down to moments, strokes, beats, so that we don’t miss oneAug 3, 20174Aug 3, 20174
ColetteinPoets UnlimitedGive it to me trueDo not me sugar glaze with your candy coating ways.Jun 28, 20173Jun 28, 20173
ColetteinPoets UnlimitedNeedFlexible little rubber suctions on greedy tentacles, arranging and wrapping themselves around their beloved host, morphing, bending…Jun 28, 20171Jun 28, 20171
ColettePretty little thing called morphineHe is smiling, one eye barely open, the other a little more.Jun 27, 20173Jun 27, 20173
ColetteinPoets UnlimitedMotherShe lives in the bay leaf tree outside her kitchen door, in the greenhouse of orchids that bloom so eagerly.Jun 26, 20173Jun 26, 20173