Poet's Notes: I rarely write rhyming poems, unless I'm writing song lyrics, and even then they are more loose and lyrical. This is not technically perfect rhyming or meter, I just wanted to try and express an idea this way. It's a good exercise, and sometimes the limitations of rhyme lead to more concise metaphor, or at least, to keeping one on a more defined track. Also, there is irony in this topic being expressed within the confines of an imposed 'meter', which is apropos, and somewhat amusing to my geeky brain.
Friends always say, "Of course!" when they promise to keep in touch, keep the friendship alive, when a new mate is found. But I know you. Your hunger is so big, you struggle often to be anything else, and it's hard to think when you're starving. I know starving. Her name is Diana, you said. … Continue reading A Blessing for The Hunters
Sometimes the jolts of pain in my guts feel like flashes of dying. Mortality and I are very close. I won't say we're friends but we respect each other. We know the power each of us has and the potential cost of playing. Lightning bolts in my capillaries and thunder in my soft tissues; A … Continue reading Dear Doulas
Don't barrel in with your desire, darling, if I have not agreed to your courtship. Don't presume I am your feast when I have not given myself over. There are gifts in store for the worthy, when patience reveals him. A man's heart is a wood stove, stoke the embers for a new fire. Blue … Continue reading Rites to Enter – vers libre
This is my second acrostic, in poem form, first letter of each line to spell the word. The word was given to me, and I found it stirring up deeper, more conflicted material with straggling pieces still in need of healing. I wrote this about the experience of being injured by an emotional abuser who used … Continue reading On Confronting Beauty’s Shadow: Another Acrostic Challenge
Right now, there are people in your life who have been hurt in ways that would make you sick inside to hear of it. I mean real people, not news stories (which are about real people, several degrees removed, and not breathing right next to you). You know people, this very day, who ache as … Continue reading People You Know: Busting the Taboo of Sharing Our Struggles