COVIDENCE IS A PLACE IN TIME AND SPACE. Covid minds under Covid skiesFebrile bodies, watery eyes from squeezed-tight lungs, they plead,“help me”The oozing eyes bleed, lips dare not try to speak. this must be death the thought occurs, where is the light, let me come.Dead legs, dead arms, dead will and still the body hurts. Tom tom tom bang like a kettle drum the head repeats and repeats, “I am the head that beats” like the energizer bunny sans energy..conundrum.Yet,fevered…
If you hear a rooster crow in New York you already know two things. You are not in a tropical country and someone smuggled one into the community. I have watched the movie out of Africa almost 45 times and every time I watch, I find a new nugget to admire in the story, And always I am captivated by the photography. Some of the most beautiful trees are seen in the film. Africa is magnificent and I believe it…
So restless, I struggle from within to feel settled. I don’t know what next to do or how to do what. I realize that sleep is more effective and comforting. The dreams keep coming. White linen unfinished. I don’t even know if that is something to cherish or relish. Why would I prefer sleep if I am alive? The dreams keep coming. Peach and lace. When I am awake I am restless and bored. My mind rumbles and gurgles with…
I heard the wind and it was the usual. I did not look up because it comforted me with its warmth and soft caresses. A natural wind. If I had looked up I would have noticed that it was the wind called “Change”. I didnt look up and then Change spoke up.My head grew full with fear, my grief was loud. My dear dear friend had died on Sunday, January fifth; I dont know how.His wit and laughter, his bad…
FALLING. In single file they drift downwards The yellow ones are first The greens look on defiantly fluffed together in silent prayer, They pray in gratitude that they got to serve nature’s cause now fall approaches, The dutiful wind sends a gentle puff And the yellows and half yellows fall down in a flush Down atop each other for comfort sake A canopy beneath the tree they came from, The air is suddenly chilled And just like that The summer…
One hundred sets of words arranged in a variety of emotional settings I pause postpartum, confused Still pregnant with ideas and an inexplicable feeling of dread. Someone should rescue me, slay my dragons mindful not to spill my blood.I have spilled my words like living seeds To germinate or cure or to serve as omens Postpartum I am Crazy from loss Bewildered Bedeviled Wordless word loss Moonstruck.
Naked except for my nails and pearl earrings I lie before you I lie before you. Naked except for my lashes and nails, Pearl earrings I am still before you. Naked except for my thoughts The fine hairs on my body Nothing to disguise my desire My earrings They glisten in the lamp light I lie before you. My desire dissipates.