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Archives — 2018
This is the archive of my publicly published writing from 2018 — the good, the bad, the active and the
Who traipsed over
the typewriter keys
and left wordprints
in black & red ribbon?
TITLE: Fugue
DATE: 2018 Mar 21
NOTES: revised
G R i E F —
i feel so tiny inside
DATE: 2018 May 29
Night is filled with our loudest fears and a silent courage.
TITLE: Awake & alone
DATE: 2018 Jun 7
When you're shivering with loss, let love keep you warm with memories.
TITLE: Cold is relative
DATE: 2018 Oct 21
Some torture Fate beyond recognition rather than let him have his way.
TITLE: Know when
DATE: 2018 Jul 1
With fruity-fingered arms, I hug the sky.
TITLE: Summer saguaro
DATE: 2018 Jun 23
LOCATION: PҺoenᎥᶍ ArᎥɀønα
Life is there somewhere, under all the weeds and love.
TITLE: Lost & found
DATE: 2018 Mar 26
I don't party at night with alcohol. I party hard in the morning with coffee and oatmeal.
TITLE: Morning lover
DATE: 2018 May 11
Time is plenty —
Be now.
TITLE: Now is enough
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Lemony Snicket, The Grim Grotto, 2004
DATE: 2018 Jan 13
If life throws stones at you, crush them and throw back glitter.
TITLE: Shields & grit
DATE: 2018 May 13
There are more ghosts in an unwell body than in an entire haunted mansion.
TITLE: Haunted
DATE: 2018 Aug 9
at night her age landed hard
like the fall of wasted time
TITLE: Midlife nights
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Danielle Steel, Fairy Tale, 2017
DATE: 2018 Sep 10
A headstone is just a bookmark in our unfinished lives.
TITLE: Middle
DATE: 2018 Aug 18
i vomit confusion & butterflies
i sweat fear and i bleed dread
i fall deaf from society's lies
i gag on metallic tastes of pain
i run from the reek of regret
i save my minutes & lose my hours
i dance on the minefield of mind
i freeze my worries for later
i breathe a reverie'd ether of beauty
i drown in fantasy too deep
i love on the edges of souls
i sleep on the shores of night
i glow at the sight of each morning
i delight in the sunshine of pleasure
i plant my seeds in thankfulness
i get high on nature's magnificence
i stare in reverence at trees
i cherish each blissful breeze
i open every window i can
i invite every light to play
i adore every cloud in the sky
i welcome each raindrop & tear
i memorize every flower's aura
i read old books & withering leaves
i paint myself with colors of truth
i polish the bright side's halo
i chase angels & occasionally devils
i pray from within & without
i armor myself with art
i question my body and listen
i dream my heart's inside-out
i work until i'm exhausted
i let go of some things & not others
i giggle breathlessly 'til i cry
i hug without asking why
i nourish my spirit with poetry
i cover my journals with ink
i drink my wisdom from teacups
i inhale wild mists of wonder
i hem my madness with sanity
i tick, i zig, i zag, and i tock
i err on the side of risk
i ride wayward shooting stars
i flow with the river of time
TITLE: Forty-four
DATE: 2018 May 18
Optimists polish the bright side's halo.
DATE: 2018 May 18
Giggle until you cry
Hug without asking why
DATE: 2018 May 18
October breathed poetry —
beautiful and glowing
TITLE: Tenth verse
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK:
DATE: 2018 Jan 14
Harvest a moment to be free.
TITLE: Escape
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Danielle Steel, Fairy Tale, 2017
DATE: 2018 Sep 10
Morning isn't just the sun coming up anew over the horizon — you are, too.
TITLE: Arise
DATE: 2018 Oct 24
Man, with his metal beaver-teeth
chops down the world’s trees
saws, whines, grinds — loudly
without a care but human “needs”
TITLE: I am guilty too
DATE: 2018 Jul 6
The hard journalism that covers greed and violence and malevolence — we would almost expect the ink to glimmer red, as does the spilt blood of mankind — but there it is, always staring back at us in cold,
TITLE: They risk their lives for truth
DATE: 2018 Oct 21
Invite madness to be a guest
in books and music and words.
TITLE: True Art
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Charles Dickens, "To Be Read at Dusk," 1852
DATE: 2018 Jan 5
Madly
I consented to desire,
to soul, to love.
TITLE: Yes
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK:
DATE: 2018 Jan 14
Nature — astonishing and beautiful,
piercing the very depths of my soul.
TITLE: One with
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK:
DATE: 2018 Jan 14
massive rolling waves
of white-gray clouds
chase the warm afternoon
across a deep blue sky
DATE: 2018 Jul 1
NOTES: revised
We all have those moments in our lives that transform us — something small or big happens and we’re never the same.
Sometimes we remember these moments in our personal histories as leaps, or falls — or just serendipitous wanderings — from one life segment to the next.
Or we mark them like stars on a map of self — constellations of life-changing moments. Some seem crazy small and wouldn’t even register as stars in others’ systems. But in our own they blaze bright.
Or maybe our days are raindrops and our lives rolling clouds and these moments are lightning strikes. Raindrop days, lightning-strike moments.
These maps and moments imprint our souls, our minds, our memorious hearts. Our stories of self are made from them.
TITLE: Raindrop days, lightning moments
DATE: 2018 May 28
my veins are lined
with a velvet hope
my soul is electric
and lights with dreams
my mind is infinite
and buzzes with wonder
my heart is beyond alive
and gushes boundless love
my body is fragile
yet heals as if magic
my will is strong
and dances with courage
TITLE: I'm positive!
DATE: 2018 Jul 4
NOTES: revised
the human journey:
to change so much
you end up right
where you began
DATE: 2018 Dec 8
sunday afternoon
drowsiness fell off a cliff
landing in a nap
DATE: 2018 Apr 8
Tea is good while reading dusty books. Coffee pairs well with shiny things and the real world.
TITLE: Upside the head
DATE: 2018 Dec 23
Tea in bed? Come on.
Good heavens! ridiculous,
What the dickens?!
TITLE: Tea in Bed
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Charles Dickens, letter to John Forster, 1842
DATE: 2018 Jan 17
Age —
American women
You should just let it go
Free your energy on joy
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Danielle Steel, Fairy Tale, 2017
DATE: 2018 Sep 10
Dance, to be beautiful forever.
TITLE: Glory moves
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Danielle Steel, Fairy Tale, 2017
DATE: 2018 Sep 10
My eyes were wide,
astonished every moment
in wonder—
Staggered along
the great nothing
with a lantern in one hand.
TITLE: Epitaph
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Charles Dickens, "The Ghosts of the Mail," 1837
DATE: 2018 Jan 5
Hello. I am a book addict. I sniff books.
I have a few close friends, all of them books.
My life is book lover, book worm, library visitor.
I could be planted for years in a reading nook.
Why? I love to breathe the air of old books!
TITLE: Book addict
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Kate Carlisle, One Book in the Grave, 2012
DATE: 2018 Sep 1
an intoxicating poet of ecstasy,
inconceivably and delightfully mysterious
TITLE: Rūmī + Barks
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK:
DATE: 2018 Jan 14
his skull
glittered and smiled
without ever a word,—
a carnival costume
of society—
the thinking idiot
TITLE: Modern man
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK:
DATE: 2018 Jan 14
Death —
free from the mask;
to be beautiful forever
TITLE: True form
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Danielle Steel, Fairy Tale, 2017
DATE: 2018 Sep 10
It was a scandal —
drunk on chamomile tea,
the fairy went wicked.
TITLE: Chamomile
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Danielle Steel, Fairy Tale, 2017
DATE: 2018 Sep 10
Solitude and age —
Social? Too lazy, sorry.
TITLE: The hermiting of middle age
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Danielle Steel, Fairy Tale, 2017
DATE: 2018 Sep 10
The social scene, awkward
Party, wine, and dinner—
Gone to bed instead
TITLE: Cocoon
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Danielle Steel, Fairy Tale, 2017
DATE: 2018 Sep 10
Any good day can be turned into an even better day with a Johnny Depp movie.
TITLE: Chocolate, tea, and the sea
DATE: 2018 Jun 10
My time—
book doze,
deep thought,
quiet life,
and work.
TITLE: Sums
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Charles Dickens, "The Ghosts of the Mail," 1837
DATE: 2018 Jan 5
Keep playing, young one —
keep playing
Keep playing, mother —
keep playing
Keep playing, grandmother —
keep playing
Keep playing, white-haired youth-at-heart —
skip off into death
with a giggling heart.
DATE: 2018 Dec 1
God stood at the bedside
tears stole down his cheeks,
life had branded him
with the heavy hand of time
upon the old man's face—
"My son, rest."
TITLE: Final
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Charles Dickens, "The Haunted Man and the Ghost's Bargain," 1848
DATE: 2018 Jan 5
Afternoon is closing
The wind picks up
Late shade darkens and stretches to scary lengths
Soaring predators with monstrous shadows look for daylight's last meals
Try, fly — try, fly — try, fly!
TITLE: To a baby hummingbird with injured wing
DATE: 2018 May 26
I love to swing in memories
sparkling time so long ago
HAPPY CHILDHOOD!
having a good time
shoes off in the damp grass
stars and fireworks
home and peace
TITLE: Happy childhood
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Danielle Steel, Fairy Tale, 2017
DATE: 2018 Sep 10
Faith smiled, but I was scared to death.
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Kate Carlisle, One Book in the Grave, 2012
DATE: 2018 Oct 24
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