Saturday, May 23, 2015

Read This

Tully & Toril collaboration "Four Good Eggs

Alone.
Aloud.
All the way through.  Then

crease the corners,
craft something that flies.  Or

beat the line breaks
till they bruise

blue
as your robin's egg eyes.

Revisiting Artistic Interpretation's Art with Toril for Play It Again at Real Toads

Friday, May 22, 2015

Alpha Bitch Can

Alpha bitch
can get things
done.
Every closed door is a broken window.

Alpha bitch
can find
feral words while
growling through her lipstick
while helping pups with homework without
batting an I (can't take this anymore!).

Alpha bitch
can kill with kindness,
love lick,
mother,
nurse -
one handed and half-brained.

Alpha bitch
can feed on pain

and never needs
peace or
quiet or
rest or
sleep;
never stands on the threshold of an ugly cry,
a very ugly cry,
wishing she'd never laid eyes on these people,
wishing she was still young enough to run
somewhere
anywhere
anywhere but - NO!

exhale / inhale

Alpha bitch can

exhale / inhale

keep her zen and her shit

exhale / inhale

together.

An alphabetical (look for it!) to do list poem for the Birthday Girl at Real Toads. Inspired by the FOUR HOURS I spent last night building a car out of pipe cleaners and duct tape.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Just Like I Remember

your rain
wet
kiss

just like I remember

your here
& there
hands

I couldn't forget

2
a.
m.

I surrender

yes

god, yes

For Insta-Poetics at dVerse

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Common Law

She never said yes.
She never said no.
She can't remember the Friday
he didn't go home
and didn't go home
and didn't go home,
didn't go -

common law wedding.

No flowers, no dress,
just a long drawn out mess.
What's hers.
What's his.
What's theirs.
Leave the rest.
Leave the rest,
leave the rest,
leave the rest,
leave the rest,
just leave -

common law divorce.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

Saturday, May 16, 2015

These Things

I write these things because I must
keep the truth for prying eyes
and lock lies in my rusted trust.
I write these things because I must.

I'm the bluff, and I'm the tell.
A silhouette spread 'neath the sheets.
Call or fold me in farewell.
I'm the bluff; I'm the tell,

the knell,
the need
to write these things.

For Karin's prompt at Real Toads

Friday, May 15, 2015

King B

King B gone to glory,
Lucille at his side.
King B gone to glory,
Lucille at his side.
Sting in all his fingers;
honey in his slide.

We're weepin' in the hive and singin'
mournful, soft, and slow.
We're weepin' in the hive tonight
mournful, soft, and slow.
World done lost a Blues Boy - oh!
the places he did go.

For Marian's prompt at Real Toads.  I had written something different, but when I saw that B.B. King had died, I had to go there.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Feed Me

Feed me a poem
more bitter than sweet.
I have sensitive teeth;
they ache when you sugarcoat.

Bleed me a poem
salty and sure.
Impractically pure.
Poison.  Antidote.

Cure.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads