Memory Film of Point Roberts Summer of ‘98 and the russet hatchback swings into a narrow, flower lined driveway. Poppies, lavender, chrysanthemums intertwine to create a marbled smudge, a watercolor painting. Further on the indigo, wind-blown log cabin perched upon a bluff blends in to the sky beyond, a two-dimensional backdrop, dangerous, a sharp… Continue reading Poem: Memory Film of Point Roberts
At 3 a.m. At 3 a.m., I am not alone in my room. Shadows from cars, or something more sinister, glide across my bedroom wall. Somewhere from deep within the house, a clock ticks, a slow, ominous, persistent sound, that warns me of time rolling on. At 3 a.m., something screeches, a jarring sound… Continue reading Poem: At 3 a.m.
Erased Sitting in your favorite seat next to the window at my favorite coffee shop, looking out at the strangers passing by in the blistering August heat, I realize that I no longer remember the exact color of your eyes or what your voice sounded like. I realize that this does not upset me,… Continue reading Poem: Erased
Words, and Nothing More I tell you that I love you only because the words feel so foreign to me, bitter tasting and sharp edged, a heavy burden I do not want. I tell you that I love you only to disconnect the words from my body.
Past Life I roll your name around on my tongue like one of the raspberry candies my grandmother used to give me. Sticky sweet, bursts of flavor sliding down my throat, your name reminds me of another time, a past life.
False Memories I am always surprised by the childhood memories that creep into the corners of my mind. They are hazy memories, cloudy memories, memories of a pair of shoes I owned or that, once, I loved reading mysteries. I shift them, roll them around, but they don’t fit quite right, as though… Continue reading Poem: False Memories
Barbed Wire Love is not supposed to feel like barbed wire, the jagged edges ripping your lungs and and love is not supposed to feel like ghosts have carved out their home in your body.
Control Freak You knew I used to dance with anorexia and that, sometimes, it still gripped my flesh and whispered in my ear yet you still tried to tell me what to eat. I am lucky that I’m stronger now and that your words mean nothing to me.
Recurrent Nightmare I see you everywhere. You’re in Night drives and Twisted sheets, Old horror films and Glitter crusted boots, Spiked hair and Succulents and Triple chocolate cake. You’re in Dial tones and Unanswered messages, Seen at 1:43 am, Purple vomit On the club floor. Broken bones and Sharp promises I know you… Continue reading Poem: Recurrent Nightmare
Submit Your Writing (and art, and photography) When I created this blog, it was with the intention to share creative work, ranging from poetry to longer fiction, and including art and photography as well. However, what I want for this blog is to include the reader in the creative experience, so I've created a page… Continue reading Poem: Anyway + Submit Your Writing