Covering Your Teeth

My skin is inhaling hope Through pores that Have known too much Contempt When the sun rises I see your name And I take The syllables of Your breath To my prayers I ask for protection And light that rests As it must, instead Of going dark We are a part Of a living deathContinue reading “Covering Your Teeth”

The Men Who Took Their Dreams

Sometimes, I wander riverbeds In my dreams And think About the songs My grandmothers Sang, when the winds Beat the cottage roof Down Broken skin And torn hangnails Decorate the hands Of my kin I watch women Bare breasts To the open sea And scream ‘What about me?!’ Except, it’s all In my dreams AndContinue reading “The Men Who Took Their Dreams”

#33 healing poetry; dust-mote demons

In the hazy summer light,I fight, I fightGentle demons that onceVisited me at nightNow, they hitch rideson dust motesand oh – what a sightwhat a sightdemons turn toangels – mid-flight.I fight, I fighttheir handsclutching atmy heart.Tearing apartFrom the dark –I start, I startTo sing a lullabyI knew long agoNow the flowersBegin to sway Their petalsAreContinue reading “#33 healing poetry; dust-mote demons”

Secure

I sometimesWatch the light fadeFrom streetlightsThat woke just8 hours agoAnd I wonderIf we built machinesBecause weNeeded to knowWe could make somethingControllableAnd somethingThat could be fixedAnd something thatNever need dieSo we could liftThe light in lifeAnd never letDarkness overrideOur sense ofEver-beingnessButI think it backfiredWhen we added anOn switchWe never let ourselvesOr our machines restAnd we stumbleIContinue reading “Secure”

#32 healing poetry; complicated father’s day

I see The shadow of youBehind his formA dayThat should Be celebrated forThe Dad’s that choseTo stay.You were my sunAnd you fell belowThe horizonMy eyesTracked you as youLeft coloured streaksIn the sky – Except, you are not a sunYou are a man.And you chose each stepYou walkedAway from meCrying at the door.And now, I can’tContinue reading “#32 healing poetry; complicated father’s day”

Between the Song of the Sea, and His Lips

It felt like a little too muchtoo quickbut I fell into your armswithout the thoughtsthat struggle to breakopen my mind was settled onsomething else, someone elsethen I ignored the voiceand went midnight swimmingwith a strangerwhen the world’s a strangerand the water licks my ankleslike I’m meant to be thereand I shivered in his armsas heContinue reading “Between the Song of the Sea, and His Lips”

There’s A Moment When…

There’s a moment when, The wind rushes through my hair, I’m walking and then, The water ripples with strange dreams, I’ve only ever seen, In my sleep There’s a moment when, I grasp a pen, and sweat I feel But can’t see, stops me thinking The words get jammed at the nib, And I’m notContinue reading “There’s A Moment When…”

Swirling Skirts

She wore three skirtsIt seemed the airLifted her higher Sheets of fabricRustled against her skinReminding her how thin Life wasWithout danceAnd subtle movement In a tranceShe heard violinsBreak the dawn She had crafted from dreamsThat settled in her chestThe night before And as the stars began to singShe settled inAnd woke up The dream siftedContinue reading “Swirling Skirts”

I Love You

In the ground I grind outA beat with my teethThrough my feet The earth reverberatesOr is it meControlling how the dirt Eats my stampingWhen I feel I’m dancingIn the stone hearth Of a forest We cut downYears ago Like my heartstringsIt’s strong and steadyBut frayed After years of untanglingDetangling, unravelingI sit In the sticky messContinue reading “I Love You”

Encounter by Czeslaw Milosz

We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn.A red wing rose in the darkness. And suddenly a hare ran across the road.One of us pointed to it with his hand. That was long ago. Today neither of them is alive,Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture. O my love,Continue reading “Encounter by Czeslaw Milosz”