Resurrection is the morning routine for the disturbed when they’re in love. I don’t remember how, but you were lifeless and laid flat like a cookie on a pile of coats and dressed with no dignity, to be buried that way. And I was clawing the air in prayer it was not true. [...]
Archive for March, 2009
Easter Hymn
Posted in -all posts-, abuse & depression, tagged awake, awakening, death, disturbed, dream, Love, mental illness, nightmare, prayer, rebirth, resurrection on March 28, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The Intruder
Posted in -all posts-, love & relationships, tagged jealousy, Love, relationships, secret, secrets, unrequited love, words on March 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
As for the rest
of us, we crowd
them like stratus clouds.
So they have gone to a private
room behind a door to string
words like gorgeous beads that we
are not invited
to wear or even touch.
They breathe in the water and their laughter
foams on the surface. I trail
a jealous finger, dip an intrusive
foot, wanting to dive, drink,
or drown.
Spinster Spell
Posted in -all posts-, sexual identities, tagged asexuality, Christ, female, feminine, flower, jealousy, madness, magic, men, spell, spinster, virgin, woman on March 21, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I am a flower sealed in amber
Away from all men’s fingers. But you are a tree
Enjoyed by many hugging vines.
I tremble for you, for the reaper comes
To reap twisters and twiners like you.
So I kick up my mad magic maiden dust
To make my wild womb yours.
Athraigh, a brú…
is athraigh, a bean…
It is finished.
Now, if [...]
A Girl’s Portrait
Posted in -all posts-, art & writing, tagged Beauty, body image, girls, personality, portrait, self, woman, women on March 19, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Her silver-plated Size 5 rings slide around her knuckles.
Her toe-rings always fall upside-down.
She wears a wrinkled, bright-colored floral dress
that clashes with her gawk at the floor
and her dirty fleece jacket
all clung with lint and hair, most of it hers,
long and matted like a haystack.
Her earrings have a Type A personality
that pulls her Type B head [...]
Fancy Feet
Posted in -all posts-, abuse & depression, tagged abuse, Beauty, body, body image, bully, child, childhood, children, Creativity, emotional abuse, fear, female, gender, girl, girls, gym, Life, mental illness, Music, nerves, performance, preschool, rape, sexual abuse, sexual assault, sexual harassment, trauma, woman, writers, writing, youth on March 17, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
When corralled into that horrible humming room that smells like farting kids – that tall, walled humiliatorium with scuffy glossy gritty floors that sting my legs when I kneel, sticky white painted walls like I saw when I toured a jail, yellow florescent lights I could swear are flickering because everyone’s nerves are flickering, too [...]
Advent Hymn
Posted in -all posts-, art & writing, tagged adolescence, Advent, children, Christianity, growing up, growth, human development, Music, poem, poet, poetry, religion, sermon, sing, singers, singing, song, soprano, spirituality, teenagers, teens, tree, vibrato, voice, voice student on March 16, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The bird says, “Wait and see.”
Today a new voice vibrates,
just a clumsy flightless fledgling.
This shaking voice,
soon to shake the universe
out of its cubicles and cells,
curls in the beauty of a seed
sown among the crowd
in someone else’s field.
This voice cracks
while its tall true self
cracks its little lying shell.
While singers flaunt their full-grown breakable sermons,
it trembles as [...]
