There are truths of the world And our own truths And the word truth itself is often open to speculation and slants of perspective when applied to the world and all the people in it Of whom most probably never even question the difference, or think about words such as truth and their meaning But […]
As you talk or write or share concepts and come up with subjects to talk about and then you listen to yourself talk and write and share those things as posts, you find out more about yourself. Blogging is therapy. It changes us. We find out who we are, or at least more about how […]
The way you said my name Sounded different to everyone else The way you combined the first And the second Kathryn Anne Instantly pulling me into line Like a knot drawn taut in my stomach The way you would say it tenderly, gently, lulling me to sleep Hand upon my hair Or helping me to […]
I begin to write poetry beneath a list of ingredients Potato’s Cream Tomatoes Olive oil What is the meaning of true story and how do we tell it when it intermingles with others faults? Where do the words begin, by necessity, to form a Gaussian blur around truths that belong to someone else, those that […]
Thought about calling But I told myself, tomorrow. Little lies we tell ourselves To make it through Thoughts I’ve had Places I’ve been Conversations in my head Beneath my breath Quietly looking at a sunset somewhere Or a new sun rising The moon shape shifts through another month of black velvet curtains Opening Closing It’ll […]
To hold the hand flat on a searing surface Would be unthinkable Unbearable Psychical pain Physical pain Are equal They both light up the same area of the brain To hold a thought, a memory, of great pain unflinchingly Is as meaningful as taking a knife to our own jugular Yet we do it Constantly […]
What is the circumference of a mind? Where does it extend? There are times I send mine so far from me I wonder Will it ever come back? But it does Like a stray dog I haven’t seen in a while Trotting up the road Welcome home Scoop the fragment up And continue on. Another
Ephemeral Intangible Insubstantial Lacking weight Lost reality breeds imbalance Snowball hurtling into a great nothing To write with ether Instead of ink To live in thought, slave to whim Without action Is to be as tactile as a ghost Morphing, drifting, hazy like a fog And twice as impenetrable The path is lost without the […]
Sorrow is a thing of brittle bones Take it in your hands very gently And place it in the winter sun where it shines through a window Breathe its story deeply And write what it tells you Leaving nothing out, no word unattended When you look up Sorrow may have grown feathers Open the window […]
And what about the uninvited Unintended That just rock up to the words And choke On this glimpse of a naked soul handed to them As if spied through a window Suddenly caught On the thought That there is much more here than they had ever considered Have I delivered up a piece of my […]
