Sunday, March 9, 2014

No place like home

She sleeps in my bed
missing her own
but glad for the warmth

of my Egyptian cotton sheets
and the neutral
Target comforter set I shared

with the ex-boyfriend who left
me to play
house with a neighbor lady.

She thanks me for my
generosity, not knowing
I would burn that bed

and flee this tortured place,
run from this
incestuous den of communal pain

and the home built together, 
where any memories
of warmth have long died.


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Thursday, March 6, 2014

Runaway

A little girl came across our lawn
and knocked on our door. A pawn
no more. She was gone.
Past the dawn. 
Flew. 

Just a baby, innocence foregone,

she lay on my couch and yawned,
"No more." She was gone
past the dawn
to

late the next morning. She yelled, "Come on!"

when she woke. A little fawn
no more. She was gone.
Past the dawn.
New.

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Creative Bloomings - Triquint

Monday, December 9, 2013

Birds and bees

He bumbled and buzzed
staggering across the bar
toward the woman
with feathers
in her hair
who

flitted and flirted
from one end of the room
to the other with such
staggering grace
he could not
resist


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November PAD Day 28 - bird

Black Friday

Hallmark cards can't express how
much I loathe
Black Friday super mega sales


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November PAD Day 29 - commercial

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Sunsets

You rode into the sunset
disappearing behind a
horizon of your own making

I the steadfast sun and
you the earth
turning ever away from love



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November PAD Day 30 - disappearing

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Free at last

I had a dream
that one day
we would hear
church bells
clanging
like the love
in our chests

that we would
no longer
walk alone
but be an oasis
beckoning
each other
across the desert

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November PAD Day 26 - free (blank) or (blank) free



Friday, November 22, 2013

Eclipsed

You eclipsed my view of the stars
when I put you on that pedestal,

leeched on like a remora to a
wretched, self-immolating man 

lost in the sun.

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November PAD Day 22 - use three: ideogram, remora, casket, eclipse, selfie, wretch

Thursday, November 21, 2013

S.O.S.

I never sent
the letters I wrote you
turns out that

the scribbled words
were really more for me
than for you


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November PAD Day 21 - secret message

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Baby

How do I
hold on to one who's
outgrown my embrace?

How do I
embrace letting go of the
grown man before me?

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November PAD Day 19 - love or anti-love

Always a bridle

Hold your tongue
and stay the steady course
for the win

Don't dream of
letting go of the reins
to run free


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November PAD Day 20 - Always (blank)
 

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