“…Wondering of your plaid history; your holding, your loving, your scolding what fuel or filter moves you along what weave is woven into song…”
Tag: Jennifer Todd
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…"
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
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
Thin Tin String 