Tuesday, April 12, 2022

Electric company

 When the power goes off 

in the mountains

we snuggled close, letting the

electricity of bodies light up 

the room brighter 

than any fire ever could 

April PAD day 11 - powered 


 There are not 

enough fingers or toes to 

count how much 

you tickle me

April PAD day 12 - counting poem 

Friday, April 8, 2022

Heart of glass

 When they tell you 

to make art of your pain

they don’t tell you

that you’re going to feel it

so deeply that it

rewrites your insides 

like doodles

on scraps of paper

that harden into glass and scrape

your insides raw red

that each of those glass shards 

are pieces of a 

shattered heart 

that you can’t quite

remember the shape of

that your fingers will bleed on 

each hard edge wiggled 

into place 

in this miserable mosaic 

that breathes with the artist’s breath 

just barely 


April PAD day 8 - “they never tell you” poem

Thursday, April 7, 2022

Blank slate

I took your words as 

promises, as plans, 

but they were just possibilities 

April PAD Day 6 - a blank poem 

Monday, April 4, 2022


Catching up with you is 

like catching butterflies

elusive and brief but beautiful 


April PAD day 4 - “catch up” poem 

Sunday, April 3, 2022

If my life is like a tree

have I let myself 

be rooted in the 

shade of others? 

Have I turned my leaves 

toward any shiny object 

mistaking it for sun? 

Do the twists and turns 

of my journey 

gnarl like an oak 

or splay to the sides 

like a cedar 

solid trunk and 

feathery fronds

facing the sky

entrancing strangers 

with the fragrant tales 

of a life that has

weathered sun 

and storms 

bark rough 

patterned like henna 

with a story all 

it’s own

April PAD day 3 - a smell poem 


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