spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
A fever has overtaken my addled mind. My flushed skin feels tight, stretched, too small. In the mirror I see a reflection of a woman, but it’s as if through another set of eyes. I am a stranger within my own flesh. It wasn’t… Continue Reading “Hatcheted – Collaboration”
Enjoy this collaboration between Michael Raven and myself. Sound on. tara caribou + Michael Raven | ©2021
Somewhere east along Highway 37 A neon sign flashes intermittently vacancy The Scarecrow Hotel remains alone Stained threadbare carpets muffle TVs And tearful phone conversations Sixteen parking spaces yet only four filled Warm shower and a sagging bed for the night The ancient bricks… Continue Reading “Scarecrow Hotel – Collaboration”
through the damp wood dim and heavy, humid with the tears of Danu’s children from ere they dwelt in their mounds, where betwixt and ‘tween the misty veils lies a fortress forbidding bare and stark built of black mud, river boulder, bone and feather… Continue Reading “Shadowfell (A Collaboration)”
I’m just a humble poet with very little need Making people happy my one true deed Inspirations come in all shapes and measures But oh my Christmas Muse she doth give me pleasures Lay on the bed and wait for me Crack the window… Continue Reading “Christmas Muse – Collaboration”
Sand grains massage our feet, Waves hit our ankles, toppling our sandcastles No, we’re not sad, but we’re definitely a little salty, Literally — our toes watered, sand-drenched-deep In the warmth of mother earth’s caress — Absorbing all that we can sea Past the… Continue Reading “Spirit Rift – Collaboration”
drained the whole barrel not a drop spilled, every letter etched into my heart, the lines already fading filled to overflowing I release myself fully my thoughts to tears, tears to ink heart splashed along the page myself became the missing link, poured all… Continue Reading “Draining the Barrel”
Near-sighted and full of contradictions Walking with swollen and indifferent eyes Fistful of indecisions, pocketful of directions Hold me close Iike your scatterbrained lies Hide me like your exponential excuses Dress me in your long-winded fabrications Wrap me up in your pretty dirty honey… Continue Reading “Blurry Shadows of Vultures Road”
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