to be awake in winter
i feel delicate like snow crumbling onto handmade mittens vast blue eyes behold the brittle twigs of winter treesmy fingers and toes stretch, reaching for all available roomi am allowing myself to live...
View Articlea night in february
i am driving feeling the weight of your warm hand on my shoulderit rests there, your ring finger twitching once in the way it does when you fall asleepmy high beams are on making snowflakes hurl...
View Articlehow it was
i never thought you would leave so abruptlythat it would be slower, more gradual like the sky undressing from moonlight into sunshinea gentle goodbye. poemSprout
View Articlelost sunday evenings
these sunday evenings i make lists of things to do so i don't have to think about how you used to come fall asleep on the sofa in late afternoon sunwe'd wake up a few hours later and laugh quietly...
View Articleseconds
lately it is easier and easier to forget the value of a single secondor oneunevenheartbeatthe way everything keeps movingscrambling on and onmystifies mea hand against my chest counting the timewith...
View Articleinspired by rupi kaur
i thought i could write him out of my poetrybut his fingers still pull honey from the center of my beingand his eyes are still searching mesteady and full of safety poemSprout
View Articlejuly 26th, 2001
the walls are midnight bluehotel sheets are rough against my skinmy fathers face is panickedhis mouth tight and blood leaving his cheekswhen he smiles, i can see even at two years old it doesn't reach...
View Articleseen in roanoke
today i saw three childrenthey were not much younger than i amsixteen, or maybe seventeen years oldsleeping under an old concrete bridgetheir shoes lay hapharzardly next to themthe soles of their tired...
View Articlethe barn cat
today i drove past two farms on an old dirt roadmy tires slid and scraped in slush my blue prius was splattered with snow and dirti didn't mindthere was snow on the ground and clouds in the sky...
View Articlekindred
when i walk into the librarymy body is tense, my fingers sore from scrambling over my keyboardi find a table, much too central for my likingand settle inalready feeling irritation take its seat beside...
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