Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Haiku


The scent of char'd wood,

warmth by the fire, side by side,

faces framed in embers.



Friday, September 30, 2016

The woman in the moon


I missed the fullness of the moon

the other night,

Parvati's lucent eyes,

her dimpled cheeks,

her lopsided grin.




I dismissed the recent summer

into fall, not a smile or a laugh

for a quarter year, waiting,

bookended by the dogs,

attending to the lazy march

of the hands and the elongated stillness

between the ticks and the tocks.




In Parvati's waning shadow,

I forgot how to press ink

onto the page, how to stain

it with words, how to imprint

a dream.


Tuesday, September 6, 2016

undone



photograph by author




Undone
Memories sift behind closed eyes,

they dance with dreams, turn

across time.

I chase an edge,

rustle inbetween,

my voice muted,

our history edited,



I am unremembered


     

Monday, August 29, 2016

the stretch


time stretches,

it seeps into my crevices,

sates my drifting daydreams,

escapes my grasp...



Wednesday, July 6, 2016

lately


anxiety no longer bound,

she runs out of words,

cannot finish conversations,

she stares into spaces,

scattered; fragments

flitter in her head,

a familiar name misplaced,

a point lost to a tangent,

her memory sheds, 

she views herself-

dizziness,

fear,

she seeks...





Monday, July 4, 2016

the fall


the drone of micromanagement,

in quarter-hour installments,

each created to contradict,

they layer them,

a cake, to celebrate.

doubt becomes belief, own the fault,

the pieces of the puzzle fall

into a pattern, a plan,

mean-spirited,

worthy of a Scottish wife,

with a complement of false concern.

a blight of human kindness.


Wednesday, June 22, 2016

the Curious Shop


Drowsy with their secrets,

the precious sleep, hidden

like a cache of narcotics;

promises made with intent to rescue,

unfulfilled, broken;

memories inherited by an ancient shopkeeper,

recorded in the serifed script of fountain pens,

cryptic names, dates committed to a leather worn ledger;

the heart of each tale in the telling,

to pique, to lure, 

woven by a Poe-like master,

a bit of drama, suspense, a drop of blood;

hypnotized, they fall in love

with the desire to possess,

they depart, crescent-moon-lipped,

with a talisman of the past.