Self

Watching

I am watching for the day
my eyes are lighter 
than my heart,
when my feet usurp my brain
and toss away its wild refrain
of scrambling hiccups…

Confession

There is no marrow in my bones.
I have a stomach filled with stones

Things That Are Not For Sale

A list poem

Patterns

These old patterns 
dance before my eyes
and suddenly I sympathize
with every devil dance
behind my lids.

Intricate

I am a thousand strands of yarn
knit into the brightest day
that casts no shadows
nor reminders of those
bygone shades of gray
that wrapped…

The Mark of Patience

I am ever in the crosshairs — 
hovering just outside 
the small sphere of light
that shows his trigger happy dance.

Too & Too

I am both too young and much too old
to be unhappy with the bones
that form the frame of me —

A Place Called Home

He tells me Listen. Come closer.
You are Aphrodite
You are Venus made flesh.

Soul > Body

Somehow the pounds 
that fled and bounded 
from this careful core
did not travel far,
having no sunset 
to dissolve into, 
they settled…

Stoic’s Song

When rage clings to my bones
and sets my senses humming,
something deep within breaks free
beneath the weight of guilt’s 
fast…