“…Wondering of your plaid history; your holding, your loving, your scolding what fuel or filter moves you along what weave is woven into song…”
Silver Spoor
“Silver Spoor” 👣🕵🏻♀️💘🐺🐊🚀 “…Of course we’d look good together like a croc’ and a ‘gator or something else a wee bit safer…” [full poem on link with translation options] #poetry #wordsalad #relationships #kooky #storytelling #distance #love #wisconsinartist #writing #writingpoetry
Ghosts of Olympia Brown
Licking lips she tightened her gripthe wind licked her backa villianous kissmockingly stripping heat & homemade dewin the sharp wind of some cold she knewUnder hand-hewn beams,nothing there was quite as it seemed:tip-toeing thru metallic fields of candlesticks,Buddhas, bouquets, and glittered shapes with wicks; the churchy decor was boxed but a few were eruptinglined up … Continue reading Ghosts of Olympia Brown
This Leaky Boat
compliments from lying lips were likerain thar pelted and puffedthe once dried crumbs left of the relationship.problem was; she wasnt hungrynor could stomachthat regular bread, after findingtoo many holes in his threadand being some subjector some objecthe declared to be the only one who knew how to singularlyand explicitly explain her to othersto define her … Continue reading This Leaky Boat
Our Returning
Our returning was without hesitancya sweetness tinged the fireburning like love carmelizeda fantasy realizedunconscious effortsof finding another waycloserto the damp and promising earthburied and reflecting in eyesreaching when the ropecouldntbefore it broke in it’s untwistingwe could flyif it meant assistingin our preservationForin our grand silencewe were struckas if seeing shadowsof gods behind us
Some Memory
I dreamt our first long dance was a memory; gilded and gloriously framed our hope poured into children grown A wild forest where seeds once sown Two vibrations sewn together with time-fuzzed threads And I remembered everything you said round pink flowers sent now crumbly and beautifully cobwebbed.
Cheers
Mickey me thin-lyon the top or even plainlyby your attention;by your story,needing is too needyconsider me not unseemlyAgain I wonder for far too longlyjust how odd, awkward, or slicklyyou sent me up cleanlyand yet some are not anything but dirtyhow you deal it and steal it not unlike someone so rooted deeply and formed unquicklyby … Continue reading Cheers
My Favorite Bird
“He speaks in movements; words spun and sung ribbon-ned and bent like vintage candy sent…"
Done waiting
When distilled, what remains Is what stares back Truth that at one long stretch was diluted and reconstituted With joy at finding Entanglement before knowing Face and name This time Remembered Fuzzy as a webbed and dusty Interpreted painting In forgotten and rediscovered halls.
Fishing Without Hooks
Yes, once he sunk his teeth into her cheek, she could never fish properly again She thought (even at times was told) that she was smartand was still tricked and driven so easilyby her “girlie” heart and empathic pity;by his overwhelming possessively sad hostilityToo many times becoming a poisoned prick times three everywhere raisedwell to … Continue reading Fishing Without Hooks
levels
Your lips that pull my attention and your salient voice should share laughter and whether it is with another or each other, it is wished for. At times I wonder if I remember, or will need to remember, how to kiss or be kissed. For a brief silly moment I thought I would try to … Continue reading levels
Stand With Me
because i need you to because you need me too also because we have everything we need and we are in easy control to laugh at speed, space, or time and anything that turns on our dime. this could be love or regret oh shit, now i forget.not yet?not yet.let’s not forgetwhat we were laughing … Continue reading Stand With Me
Optimist
At last, a breath so deep it was taken in and felt as brightly cold and bold as water running down and through roots; replenishing forgotten limbs and toes and head and threads of hopeless whithered ends swelling; reviving; resurrecting! For So long, we have been misplaced; For So long, that we forgot This taste; … Continue reading Optimist
Meat Carver
In this tactile antiquated impulseYou revealed yourselfmore clearly than rolling in ink;naked, downhillThat's all of me right therein dusty charcoal; in stinky ink,laid outIn this pinked sheer reaching hand in;shoulder deep darknessgrasping at something detachingtoo smallSo that's it? That's my all? Or all that's possible,for this un-papered thing reaching?[Never better and not possibly more than … Continue reading Meat Carver
Full Grin Spin
Like a 3D word search popping; saying and suggesting things I like and spinning this thing into a new center between this time of now and later; this place of here and there; 'what ifs' writing scenes where I wonder if standing by that tree, I can imagine your grandness before me; getting dizzy, looking … Continue reading Full Grin Spin
Eve
I would crash them together like boats on the lake or cars on the road the chaos the ever so close one tilting head and hip in between this and that I was the queen not in service but serviced quite a dishhhhhhhh just a sip a nip dipped in thick ness of business … Continue reading Eve
Should Have Bought a Lincoln
A plume of steam or smoke
Billowed forth from her hood
As a dragon would
Puffffffffffffffffff
In the Haze
Photo by Designecologist on Pexels.com And in the haze it came to them how each was like the other Except how they were not, Was how the other was more Complementary Sometimes it happens Finding compatibility beyond dreams And this day reminded By the gem of their finding Love in one another. This moment is … Continue reading In the Haze
Water Ways:
Water Ways: recounting events drawn from meticulous notes and some actual quotes from writing as a nine-year-old covering the news of a backyard flood in 1982. The sounds of splashing and quacking seemed unusually close as the cool morning breeze swept under the book-wedged window sill. A divine symphony of rain, thunder, and lightning had … Continue reading Water Ways:
Old Lovers
Old lovers; dying to see each otherLovers; dying to see each otherDying to see each otherDying to seeDying;[leaving that corner...misshapened, chilled, hollow]And all I could muster wasIt was a good dreamIt was good to dreamIt was good to dream with youIt was good with youIt was goodIt wasn't good dying It wasn't good dying with … Continue reading Old Lovers
Silent Injustices
What a terrible series of battering must have happened to make a monster like that; disregarding pain in pleasure, chewing relentlessly on another's confidence and accomplishments... To this dim light dying in the dark, this love; this uncomplicated fuel, is for you. I see you in there. In corners and cracks, under shoes and without … Continue reading Silent Injustices
Measured
"spicy as things that burn as long as they want to..."
Purple Blossom Parade by J. Beck (a special guest poem)
Audio Version of Purple Blossom Parade by J. Beck An alfalfa field in full flower. Source: Sierragoddess Is that hay ready to goThey will always sayAnd they already knowThat purple blossoms are on parade The Field knows and understandsThe approaching banging soundsAnd the oily smell filming the air.There is a silence,A hesitationThere is always a … Continue reading Purple Blossom Parade by J. Beck (a special guest poem)
Thin Tin String
Your soul; my spirit a tin string right thru it
Flagged
Audio Version [Dear] An artist runs naked becomes known and revealed Here it stands, raised in fate uncertainly sealed A flag of you, A marker made a ready-made serenade? Would you know me in the dark; Broken in pieces, fallen all apart? I saw you before we never met; in every man that quickened my … Continue reading Flagged
The Poetry Unwritten
Audio Version Photo by Karolina Grabowska on Pexels.com Revealing the sense of beingunder-listened-to Or mis-under-stood, of Standing under unwilling or incapable earsAdmitting reluctantly All the yearsUntil just before sinking into tearsof mine and others creationSome great lack of elationBrought to shores poundingWithout hesitationSomething forgottenBeneath the rotten was this!This;The new landscape dreamt of starting with sweet … Continue reading The Poetry Unwritten
Never in my life
Audio Version: Never In My Life Photo by Jhefferson Santos on Pexels.com Never in my life Have I found that staying up-to-date on current events so infuriating so disturbing to my ideals and my love for humanity... Some days it feels difficult to breathe. May the light break through the damaged places that we - … Continue reading Never in my life
On the Banks He Stood
Audio Version: On the Banks He Stood Photo by Marstion on Pexels.com On the banks he stood Far apart but on the root Of that which held her and him up And out like a hat brim tipped The willow leg stretched and dipped Through silt, and muck Looking as stuck As she was once … Continue reading On the Banks He Stood
One Day
Audio Version: One Day Photo by Artem Beliaikin on Pexels.com (One day death will find you and me in some "this-is-out-of-your-control" -way some random unforeseen way!) So live! live now! today! right now! in every way! for all your days! say your piece! do your thing! and swing! higher than the day before! before … Continue reading One Day
I Wouldn’t Know How
Audio Version: I Wouldn't Know How Photo by Du01b0u01a1ng Nhu00e2n on Pexels.com I wouldn't know howWas told not to wonderor worry about thatwhen it is all I dolet it go, I didn't know,I may not want to knowyour truthgiven anyways springing from catapulted omissionsdriven through banks burstingopenwalls as doors and windows gaping clustered in skeletal … Continue reading I Wouldn’t Know How
It Would Have Been Better
Audio Version: It Would Have Been Better Photo by Felipe Cespedes on Pexels.com It would have been better That you had lost interest in me Or run off with a gorgeous person Or with the circus Or to have been reselling my workOr flushing me down a toilet Or to have simply forgotten me Than … Continue reading It Would Have Been Better
She Only Likes Spiders
She only likes spiders That she knows Already Not those whose toes and stripes She has not seen before They could jump or run quickly They could be quite Ugly with enormous fangs hanging down Sharp and still Waiting or leaping For her! (This stranger-spider's Next kill) Are we crazy? Ask her to capture This … Continue reading She Only Likes Spiders
Possible
Possible I guess I'll just have to Put that in my pipe and smoke it then, huh. Playing all cards Final pleads, calling forth Past credentials Exclaiming wildest truths or Those serving truths Promising Future Forward thinking [without blinking] No Compromising Take on all Be that man Who lifts the whole team up And still … Continue reading Possible
Resolved
Resolved -D- -U- -N- Done! thats that c'est fini just like that obstinee arrete c'est ca au revoir Qu'elle que chose qu'est- ce que si fait je ne sais pas 11/13/18
Puddle Duck
Photo by Andre Moura on Pexels.com Humbled as Molasses Awestruck. Your way is sweet and pothole deep. It catches me with syrupy mesmerize-ation. Black strapped-ly complex stuck in between everything, known or dreamt. You're Muse embodied. Distracting and welcomed. Conflicted and twisting, you could be trouble for me; or I for you. … Continue reading Puddle Duck
It Was This Division Bell
Photo by Mike on Pexels.com It was this Division bell That started churning Coals and ashes Alight Reviving some hell Bent un-better Something much wetter And heavier still by how we hold it Unwritten once bitten by fear and revulsion Nothing could be a better emulsion Than his revisions to who he said we are … Continue reading It Was This Division Bell
Declarative Statement (or a lot of -still- ness)
Audio Version: Declarative Statement (or a lot of -still- ness) Photo by Tobi on Pexels.com {yikes} Okay, that was read on a heavy day with a heavy heart okay, I admit. I don't [want to?] get it Must mystery be if we must part please I ask you do not replace mystery for mystery … Continue reading Declarative Statement (or a lot of -still- ness)
Rehearsing Exit
Audio Version: Rehearsing Exit Photo by ready made on Pexels.com In the light Morning dust Dancing swirling falling Stirred by our breath Mingling A moment encapsulated All that was [With your final farewell] [I am unable to tell Just how far I fell] This happening happened Are you alright?! Am I okay? … Continue reading Rehearsing Exit
Truth Be Told
When one wants a conclusionbadly enoughthe exhaustive searchbeginsshuffling throughthe worn and thinseeking cohesionClue the clueless and dispatch my cowardice in one fell swoopJust tell me your truth.(JETodd 2015)
Accordion Face
To the tune of \'G\'my melodeon singsand offers each the grin of pixied stuffto pull the bellows and push that button,leaves one gitty and a little as nearer to where we began.If one is to try itone would understand.So far it\'s a one man band...(-J.E. Todd 2013)
Triquetra
Mica captured moonlight speckling the muddy pathcaught in Tiki [torched] spheres dancing on ground and tree to the tune the wind played in hair tickling and sticking to cooled and painted lip. Painted in fury after some inquiry of time and preparation. Tonight declared Goddess Three called I, Myself and Me. Celebrating who She is, who She was, and who She ever and never will … Continue reading Triquetra
The Kind of Men Called For
You couldn\'t take a lifeand live, he saidit would wreck your fabric of being-incinerate even;whole wars are fought again and againas we as a nation keep thinking that the best way to resolve conflict is by killingIn our heroes du jour, what kind of men are they calling for?Crafty killers and blood spillers...if killing another was so … Continue reading The Kind of Men Called For
Without and Within
Of all the things the beautiful things that can be come across on this earthly realm the renewability of a soul past despair to triumphs measured in the small turnings of one's view Yet huddled closely to the rectangle of light we submerge ourselves within the pixelated comings and goings while birds fly by … Continue reading Without and Within
Before
Restless she fell tumblingthumping loudly through the wood and stoneand broke beneaththat which was below her feet.It was not the fall that killed herthey saidshe looked brokenbefore the floor gave way,but made obviousthe little bits which brought her there.(2.2015 JETodd)
Shiver
Your hand caught on a thread of me that pulled in continuity and I unraveled in your absence and felt plucked of that which covered the delicate parts of me. stunned and a little aghast perhaps he did not notice that which bound us in the stillness where screams fogged one side of the inner … Continue reading Shiver
Sinking
Into the river of our becoming flowed silent wishes and whispered longings unbearable grief flowing muddy and opaque leaning towards the dawn and away from the settling of suns constructed realms where I am known by those with love and light and loveliness amber and umber streaking through their eyes until I woke and saw … Continue reading Sinking
Surmised
The courage takento stand before youthe nerves upendedto be suspendedin time before youin hopes not to boreAnd not be judged by what I woreI have only been honestsharing my weaknessfor the good of the wholewhy would you throwanger and contemptat an incomplete storyyou had obviously not hearda single wordfor what was meantperseverating on what you thought you heardinstead … Continue reading Surmised
Unfantastic
I wouldn\'t know howWas told not to wonder or worry about thatwhen it is all I dolet it go, I didn\'t know,I may not want to knowyour truthgiven anyways springing from catapulted omissionsdriven through banks burstingopenwalls as doors and windows gaping clustered in skeletal defiance of willmystery brimmed in the waking from one dream into dreams … Continue reading Unfantastic
Mystery
I am the stone beneath the wheel of stars. No matter where I stand, I am looking up. I am a feather upon the wind that sings the song of the voiceless. I am the breath that calls forth the thunder and lightning I run along the ground like shadows playing with tumbleweeds, scattering the … Continue reading Mystery
Just
Hold meDon\'t want mehold hold holdwrap me uplet me belet me crydon\'t ask whyjust wrap me upI can\'t feel this feelingalone againkeep me safejust a little whileI don\'t wantAnything else right now(3/94 J.E. Todd)
Insouciance
There is for some, no waking from the slumber chosen.With comfort and ease,not challenge nor trust,the fibers frayed,and some decayed,and started to untwist.Now how could you miss my outstretched mitts?What else was worth holding,when our world began unravelling?I\'ve retied our tetherwrapped into and through our centerbut while I rethinkhow to coax you from your sleep,I\'ll watch the weather,and … Continue reading Insouciance
Interviewed
All that I knewwas I wanted to spend time with younot just long agoin another time and in another space There is no folding or bendingaloud\'Tis up to the godsor by some equal (-led) gracemany to oneone might say and by some other\'s embrace be tempted byan offer to praywhat ever it neededwhat ever it tookYes, yesby all meansdo everything … Continue reading Interviewed
Hate Group
Witness!The Worlds smallest vision of God!(and the largest demonstration of hypocrisy and hate;)These (are angels?) of supposed retribution...What kind of persondoes that for a living?(11.15.14, J.E. Todd)
Tripping
It shook the fear right out of me, like dirt from the rugThat kept being pulled out from beneath my feet, it\'s hard to know where I can stand.So I am nailing the rug to the floor,And painting somethingon it.Falling, tripping child, reachingLike leaf from branch to shoreInstant longingThis soul screaming,In unending daysSearching the grounds between time and placesfor … Continue reading Tripping
Captured
This cage among otherswas once empty with slightly bent bars,But now, with the animal still within,Evidence outside, tells it was there;At one time free,But returned to captivityWillingly?!Is it love?Or fear?Or just mystery?Our desire to returnOr at least seeFrom whence we cameWas the beginningOf all things, and became echoed in space and time,This rippling that carries us each On … Continue reading Captured
Flora
This rosebecameLove\'s plant jacket.That rosewasLove\'scasket keeper.I have no ideawhat this one is.This daisy was my favorite; With or without all the petals; Even slightly chewed;And crumpled or headlessDandelionsfrom sticky but so beautifully tiny Hands.
Ashes
Then let me be Within the misshapenPieces jumbledWithin these insufficient Memories A ghost, a shadowOf once was and could have beenWould it wreck youTo knowWould it wreck meTo knowAll that comes togetherMisshapen and allMay be tears of laughter And soul shaking despairAnd new found fears From the loss of all those yearsAnd to the years left to bea voyeur to … Continue reading Ashes
Prayers In Snow
We call our attention to Winter,to the coldness,to the stillness,to the darknessand the white-ness.We recognize the stirrings of life deep withinour earth; deep withinourselves:Energies curled in seedsbelow blankets of snow, frost, stone, and soil.Mother Earth is stirringand we are stirred;Stretching, feeling, reaching throughthe coldness, the stillness,the darkness and white-ness.
Beastly
RegretIs such a beast.I want to befriend it and tame it to be no more,than my pet.My pet Regret.He may have bit you the other day.I am sorry about that.It\'s wild but not used to being set free.I thought I had it leashed.It\'s such a beast...But it couldn\'t consumethe light sharedWhen at one time we dared,To be quite nicely … Continue reading Beastly
Figuring It Out: Puzzlers, Weavers, Gamers, and Jazz
I get lost in my Boggle game, a word search application on my iPhone. I will play a quick 3-minute game and guiltily rationalize that I am comparing my score to my average, to see if I am functioning “on all cylinders”. "See…42!" Yep, that's not too bad, I proudly think. Now granted, I did, … Continue reading Figuring It Out: Puzzlers, Weavers, Gamers, and Jazz
Wild Things
I have taken in wild things before Some fell into my care; all fell unexpectedly there A broken thing ; a weakened one All alone baking in the sun Shrinking wide eyed into the calling earth I could not walk on and go beyond their pain their need their fear And still respect my every … Continue reading Wild Things
Smoke Trails
A circle as taught Known well Once again Guide the water Through the stone Half below and half above Toes in wet sand Or through the ice Light (at the end) Or Light Piercing Surrounding Arriving Reaching Pulling In again. (JETodd 2015)
Unexpected Diffidence Post Transmission
Slight fingers of ice crept down the house; drips slowly frozen again Seemingly in motion At one time other than now There is nothing to be heard hanging on that last word {wondering} if I will be answered Or Have I become considered silly or insane or trouble(d) or needing to stay with the [rubble], … Continue reading Unexpected Diffidence Post Transmission
Waitress Story
So this guy... he's quiet, sitting uncomfortably in his "made-only-for-cheap-restaurants" chair on wheels, under dim dirty lights, feeling a little more secure wrapped in stale, smokey air... He sits with his companion- another being possessing the same lanky, insecurity of his own importance; to others, to himself and the one opposite the table. They talk … Continue reading Waitress Story
Hearts and Parts
Prominently Your melancholy heart laid dripping though pulsing stillas you painted the pain stainingyour steps taken in Breath given under bloodied lipsyour pain apparent of This body broken under darkened weightsof punches taken And those given (either recklessly or unceremoniously dealt)promising welts at that time and maybe sinceenough to make you wince*I challenge* That your … Continue reading Hearts and Parts
How the End Revealed Itself
I could not compete withthe arms about you [the ones that matter most]this which we had planted is cancelledthe reasons simply statedI have been and but am no morepart of your world enoughto be a part of your futureI leave you to beso we may not be mistakenfor being forsakenor something for the takingyou do … Continue reading How the End Revealed Itself
Again
Pulled from the center with your banter,what buttons you naturally bump into seemingly trying to get through to get a response; to test some reign; I tell you that it\'s all in vainI\'ll have no moreas you\'ll have no more to gainbut something insanean inward gaze after outward tantrum.I love you is a backward echo, … Continue reading Again
Heavenly Flow
Her only flawImplied her perfectnessProfoundly and it astounded me[we are so fragile and yet there is sheWho has only one flawAnd even still how tinyThis flaw remainsAnd the mountains said allBy what was abstainedAnd links didn\'t meetTo something as completeAs I shuddered and heardMore than you uttered!My word! My dear! My word!The edge crept closeSipping … Continue reading Heavenly Flow
Bring Me Home Now
Take me onAnd take me with yourCracking lifted fits of running thisSound jabbing twist-ed rounds came to fistsThirsty for giving forcefulnessBone and flesh to flesh-ed unprotected;Clashing blood torn from fleshy bitsScars born & others re-tornCame to formHis being into something with his definitive meaningButWhen no clear winner took a stanceIt was another tired soulJust … Continue reading Bring Me Home Now
Judgement
Sleeping in that bed I madeI realized that I was more afraidOf what I couldn\'t doOf what i didn\'t doThe walls made obviousI had been delirious This thing we had so seriousWalked into and clawed atBody to doorThe reality one abhorsThat I had no placeNo saving grace No right nor right invitationTo embrace what stood Where once you … Continue reading Judgement
Bowing Out
The inevitable conclusionWith the infusionOf recent disappointmentsHave not made anything but dentsIn this that is already beaten and tornOur Everything is just so freakin\' wornOut and burned outAs the torch you once carriedNow out because it was hurriedAlong before I was thought ofReplaced and out-facedBy the book that keeps Your everything burning,This that was once An imbedded … Continue reading Bowing Out
Without Suitable Words
When I say that I want to send my bestest ; it is lacking in oomph (listless and faded;! redundant and expected.)!what is needing to be exacted from these mediocre words isa clarity in my intention,my desire to comfort your spirit and to tell you that I care about what happens to you,and this which has happenedswells with despair with … Continue reading Without Suitable Words
Frozen
In mind and automatically doing what i usually must. Tasks at hand, mindlessly unmanned, distracted.settled within my thoughts of youAnd your world,Your life mattering soTo so many others, challenging my constructs of you now as to thenI let you go, Then was asked to stay away,Off, Without me and I ran away from my fear,away from us and into this,Today is … Continue reading Frozen
Reveling
Dance with meIn words with witWe understandTogether still;Never blandIt\'s understood:Apart we WiltHere it is(((Today)))BlessedMade whole [holy]Your words aloneLifting me [Her Tipsiness] to lips in [deserved?] readiness This simple Act transformingHaving summonedSomething enigmaticRests on hand as delicate as The molting thingsIn their beginningsWet and unfurlingUnhurried [but in the grand picture-quickly still]Wings outstretchingSoon testingStrengthBeliefTo thy soul\'sGreatest reliefGood grief...-May 2016 JETodd
Not Forgotten
Everyday that you thoughtThat I had forgotten youI instead was WithdrawnWithin walls and work and motherhoodSending out what I needed also Being what I couldHidden through hooded viewas scornfull remains of some other day(s) werekept by another for rebirthing;a projectingDefining meAnd All of them tasting and twisting with repulsionThat taste that [finally!] ends in this/my melancholic but … Continue reading Not Forgotten
Hypnagogic Vision
What if I answered the question As if it was asked? By someone who demanded an answer. Fuck, that's it. Let this experiment rip. To the one(s) arriving(again) soon I want. I am afraid That if i speak it Define it and truly want it That it won't come That I am not enough [yet? … Continue reading Hypnagogic Vision
Like Institutional Or Parochial Blues
May that frustration be expunged from my soul Of all that I cannot control and of that which is given,May I find appreciation (once again) for the act of giving instead of what was given[I always tried to appreciate before I even undid the ribbon]Now I have these thoughts scarcely hiddenHand me downs and uniformsmuffled creative freedom My expression Told … Continue reading Like Institutional Or Parochial Blues
Triumphant Fool
Triumphant Fool In the flurry [chaos] of daily deeds [Do not forget] to see each other; to look for each other Everyday Sometimes others slip between [Us and Ours] Surprise each other and yourself Embrace reciprocal random-ness Steer toward/with beauty, truth, love, and purpose It is what we make of all of this I\'m serious … Continue reading Triumphant Fool
Obvious One
Yes just onecatching some alone timemeditatinglistening to noisespretending they\'re wordsmaybe claiming to understandthose from the birdsor something absurd.dedicating some time to mejust shethat winds on and on and onabout this feeling or that inkling of jars full of what we need, therebut somehow out of reachwho may I beseech but some noble and flawed god,under squeaky cries and … Continue reading Obvious One
Cracked Open
And it cracked me open, being thereAmid the field of what was once sowed, now, chillingly dormant In the middle of it all, seeing clearly,(if only momentarily,)That all I needed was that moment-- and it sustained me; fed me, yet cleansed me, and claimed me, as if a spirit ran toward me and screaming--- it … Continue reading Cracked Open
Accuracy
In the Wind I spunThree arrows drawnUphill tilting in thisWind belowFurrowed brow and tested focusThis is all there isTo her hocus pocusKept in drawn and waiting stance,Trembling less but thenMore againIn this directionThe one un-predictedLeaving some othersQuite betwixt-edRead out loud and read aloneThis undone story[meant to be the best-estStory of all her stories]Ripened and hardenedPerfected … Continue reading Accuracy
Tangling Toward
I desire to taste your being with mine Under sheets of gravitational lulls where together is easy and apart stays eternally difficult A reverse catapult Where love comes closer when one attempts flinging it further tethered and bungee-ed and properly flagged in red (I know you Heard, what my heart said)
Fraction
Fractured is the best way to describe the functioning (?)the tick in her expression, the clink in the engineall because of the fracture chipped and cleavedseparated but alivelike the worm dividedwiggles awkward tho (some how)successfully on...Despite its endless longingfor wholenessin spite of what cannot be undoneSuch a small divide at firstsome called it hairlinehere then theresoon obvious to … Continue reading Fraction
Beginning
No longer from But toward tickled & pinked Your beautiful way Swayed Lifted up and out of shell Once Slept in Hollow clicking bouncing Thrice Then arms [or thick fingers] Pulled me slickly; Quickly (maybe but not stickily) From Something rickety; Tippy which Rumbled then crumbled Beneath Plucked justly? in time? [I have no rhyme] … Continue reading Beginning
Juggernaut
This Plainly Jane-d juggernaut dreaming Worlds of kind living yet still one of losing, but instead of life and wonder, it would be just little things like keys and minds in ecstatic jubilation We touched and changed Each other in the clothes we wore Out and about Jiggling free and kind of creepily But very … Continue reading Juggernaut
M*A*S*H Up
Audio Version of M*A*S*H Up "Father Mulcahy (William Christopher), M*A*S*H, 10.03 (1981) Courtesy of An Obsession A Week" Nothing hotter than Col. Potter Except maybe Father Mulcahy Doing duty to Man and God Each in their own -way that's odd And un -usual Rare even Beyond believin' Revolving around love And respect And honor And … Continue reading M*A*S*H Up
Cantilever
My fear exists because I feel safer hiding some things about myself (dont we all?) is that shame? am i to blame? I am tired of blaming. All who feel powerless want to blame someone. Too many people feel [ or are ] powerless It\'s this sickness this imbalance in justice amongst us It belongs … Continue reading Cantilever
A Little At First
It stung a little at first; a petal of pain amongst (endless?)blooming of love and comfort which allowed immediate forgivenesswhen we beganNow I see it was these cracks that in our foundation eroded our everythingdoomed from the start of that first forgivenessHow did I get here from there I wondered from cuddled and loved to some hazed and … Continue reading A Little At First
For These Recruits
More than a hundred maybe even twothey came and were released like helium balloons roaming clouds but here, here it is not clouds but space where we once sang, and prayed, and danced...here we wonder whywe have no place no community spaceto share our grief, our triumphs, no equalled time to gather strength in facing personal … Continue reading For These Recruits
Suspended
Suspense so great that it confounds my thoughtstightens and tensions What is to come next may bethat something great anticipated(or something that squashes more possibilities than it creates. Either way, I will not be the same after this! EEEEEE!)I offer memorial here, each word a petal, each sentence a flower, each paragraph a bouquet]- dare I try without a … Continue reading Suspended
Schlock
(or Summary of several random country music songs)Shading his eyes,the dingy brim of a well wornthingframed a smile, boy-like; once rapscallion but now all manhardened by responsibilitysharpened by failuretoned by endurance demandedin it for the long haulwhat ever it takesafter and through breaks and high stakesleave it to a woman to cause some shakesin his towered structurefracture maker that … Continue reading Schlock
In This Dreaming
Sandy pebbles clung between our toesAnd trees bent over the river joining us in afternoon repose Leaves shadows dancing on life filled cool waterThat chair bowedSitting within it, floating down down, worth the walk to skim past cliffside dwellers dangling and scattering from or towards us but here was coolness. Survival.Revival of the wilted Bodies and spiritsPlunged … Continue reading In This Dreaming
Rainy but with Light and Rainbows
That day i sent that long dead thing down the river past memories made And tinted by mud and blood and bone Let me not yawn so long past this; past dawn of ennui and futility I am electrically leaning back and towards Those unfamiliar and \"Other\" doors,found at first by unfamiliar floors- but doorways- … Continue reading Rainy but with Light and Rainbows
Perforated
There is no longer devotion to this emotionI\'m ready to drop itAnd tell you to stop it.You and your cadillacyou hemophiliacrunning on emptywhat now, what nowis there some corrective action? Or have you found satisfaction?Someone had to lose?Is it that one- with the bruise?Will they be making the headline news?You\'re cut and angrybut only on camera.Shall I need … Continue reading Perforated
That Darling Dear
When there is no oneHereFor that long stretch of time,Things that are usual and likely expressed suffocate into mumbling in-cohesive mumbles jumbled under breath as the audience not met fails to be there for every reason and no reason at all,Just nobody where intimacy live(d)(s) but certain unconcern even in the obvious struggleLack of courage or too much comfort of one\'s bubble … Continue reading That Darling Dear
Undergoing
what wouldn\'t reveal but would paint its likeness with these disharmonious buttons?I will bare all to say that the worst for me would be to be misunderstoodForEach thought is weighed and noted and sifted and sorted and considered as thoroughly as one shouldIt\'s already there,It\'s already in me. I am not lackinganything I am needing. to convey what I intend for you to hear. … Continue reading Undergoing
Sugarless
HelpHe yelpedUp-flipping fingerScoffs insultedCriesBelying Blunt inadequaciesBecoming whispers Because no oneWas there or hereBut com promises lonely-ness what?Something i am or wasAnd am notWise nor emboldenedJust ridiculous and frightenedNot blighted more or lessJust differently, I guessThan I had ever hoped feared or offhandedly obscuredSugarlessAt best
The Last First Time Ever
Across tableAcross coffee, lot, hood, I remember the moment and Where we stoodMy historical markerActivated in automatic ReplayI respond in taken breathWhat shit!That nature provides such late blooming brainsCan no one hear warnings before 25? I thought I would never forgetWhat good is the memory?That study told it was just like a sip of the oldThat beholden and … Continue reading The Last First Time Ever
eMotional Baggage
In my throatAnd between front and backA shuttering as if a leashed animal tugs at my centerFeel me! they each sayAt once without turn nor patienceA never ending race in certain placesOf the lost and confused, forgotten, and undoneI am so sorryThat I cannot hear nor help every one.The larger the world becomes The louder the humThe … Continue reading eMotional Baggage
Like No Other
There is no otherTo talk with or toAnd my simple uneducatedMind cannot possibly have something of worth to hearBut doPlay with crayons and pastaIts the best gilded things of glitter and stringsAnd at least you\'ll get an \'aw\'Or what the heckOr whateverIts just a decade or a decade and a half or soPerhaps you need … Continue reading Like No Other
Blessings To All, However You Grieve
To the quieter onesWhose sobbing is withinBehind things and what has beenMay you find comfort in chosen sanctuary, As the absence of your lightsgives notice andCasts the longest shadowsIn these our living rooms...Blessings to all, however you grieve.To the humorous and awkwardWhose grieving pulls at their centerAnd sometimes knocks another off their own...May you share your … Continue reading Blessings To All, However You Grieve
Supposedly
It was supposedTo be worth itIf we would have created A lifeTogetherWorth bending rulesBecause What we had before wasClearly Not what we wantedAnymoreNow there is NothingThough we stackedAll the glasses lovinglyNeatlyCompletely readyFor yearsUntil dust settled One last timeAnd after drinkingFrom themA libation to What could have beenI waited someThen walked awayFrom the skeletal thingsDe-fleshed and hollowAnd in the mirrored viewA foolWho … Continue reading Supposedly
3
Three ThreeTimes In rhythm and bedlamIn front ofAnd in piecesMostly the important questionsWere not askedThe crushing dense mercurialSadness and a lonenessCurled in imagined waters beneath visible skin stretchedAs some thing lame \"-trying -too -hard\"forced and insincere Lacking properRelationship and working thingsWho listens anyways?She really would like to knowBecause unicorns were not lost but were released
Tacos Again?
It was an illusionThat I had that completenessOr friendshipOr reciprocityTruth revealedAnd i didn\'t want to seeMyself standing so aloneIn their companyHumiliated by the farce Of relationship I tethered myself toJust shut my mouth AlreadyAs the ridiculous words fell to the the floor and got lost in dog hairAnd dirtBut he listened for a moment Without reflection pastHer Demeanor doneWith … Continue reading Tacos Again?
(small town)
She got her wishbut it was the one she hadn\'t thought out well enoughin fact it turned out to be something else entirelynot fluffy and nostalgicbut rusty wired and narrowsuffering from more than one arrownarrowly escaping I,indeed one was tragically lost,before even called our second dearthis is my heart holding that soul\'s tearthe kind held … Continue reading (small town)
Affinity Missed
While you are close and your breath falls to shoulderThis mind races with the sensationof souls commingling... here and now I am yoursendeavoring to join you in anythingyou are venturing towardswhat is this skin to skinbut electrons dancingbodies respondingswirling (mingling merging, blended in the mixture of) emotionsboth mine and yoursof all you are and all … Continue reading Affinity Missed
Logic Meltdown
a future self elucidates...Violence and TOrturEEXTREMISMsaturated their entertainmentof triggers, revenge, and bleedingbeatings and shock{senseless?-Does any violence make sense? } HorroR kepts usentangled in suspensethe point was to enjoy it, no?Of Liberty, blood and tyrantssurelybut this was differentWhat of intellect and humor the arts and ingenuity?It all became sacrificial for some -as they thought at the time-some greater sense … Continue reading Logic Meltdown
Tormentum
Where would one get such a sharpened tongue?One must wonderwhat world would wind one so tightly?And at what point can one wield it well?Does thy tongue dull with time or get sharper still- by the day? Were you always this way?No one would choose to be so tightly wound - I say...but that one\'s readyready to … Continue reading Tormentum
And Back Again
This is it There isn\'t any moreWhat it all comes down to Is that it really was all a bore;Following rules and being good;Doing what a \"good girl\" should...At least that\'s where I had stoodUntil now When Every now and thenWe all get the chanceto stand ---on the line--- Wondering how one could smudge itWithout … Continue reading And Back Again
No End
The sweetest sleepIs the one that keeps all burdens releasedwith what will no longer bepossibleno longer \"unstoppable\"all the heaviness dissipatesand with a brief chill beyond chillsthe slipping warmth the quaking betweenthe emptied endbegins again(JETodd 2015)
Touché
I thought I could feel myselfdyingthen I was sure of ithow long does it take?As long as it does.Drifting. And siftingThrough finding youI really had no idea whatI should doI wandered to the placewhere I could seeyou bestin the intense vibranceof sharing space we reada children\'s bookConveying the importance of obeying your parentsMasterly planted and readBut heard nothing … Continue reading Touché
cider daze
Corn mazes, starlight gazes,Leaf-pile fights, \'Gallery Nights\',Stirring dyes, Compiling apple pies,Gathering hickory nuts, Making pumpkin cuts,Hanging corn, Feeling reborn,Autumn Blows vividly through,Painting leaves, before the dew.(JETodd 10.2007)
Super Suits
You still are in possession of those powersto heave me -opened belly-up, with a sideways and unexpected glance,and this time your kind flattery implies missingthis silly overgrown patch of flirtatious and fatigued letters and regrets.I denied believing that I wouldn\'t stop thinking of it- or you-until I acted, first re-acting/ reversing my logicAll that stops … Continue reading Super Suits
Hold Peace
[I was asked to start my grandmothers funeral when the minister was very late. This is a prayer from that day at her grave. She had danced on the site earlier, which was her beautiful way.] Hold peace with integrity when we acknowledge the strength of bonds made here Hold peace within your heart knowing … Continue reading Hold Peace
Reverie
And when she finally began, it poured out Waves lapped the fine sand its tiny world violently disturbed rhythmically as the blood pumping Within the distance you turned and the air went with you Having mask in hand gasping I was ready we had our chance maybe two in this great expanse you know as … Continue reading Reverie
Thin Tin String 