My sister and I were at my house, though I’ve never been there before, it was, to me, my home. Looking out the windows I could see a huge field that stretched far away, the trees on the horizon would only be an inch tall if you measured between your fingers. The fields were covered […]
I can fly It’s really not that hard I just lift up off the ground and do it I can fly Gravity really doesn’t affect me Unless I want it to Then I softly land and allow it to hold me The view is amazing The air is crisp cold and clean I can overcome […]
Walking through the summer woods, I lose myself in a fantastical magical world. The only way to fully immerse myself is in my natural state. Bare feet sinking in the deep mosses and skirting the many berry patches. The light makes it way feebly through the interlaced branches of spruce and the occasional birch tree. […]
Passion ignited Devotion captured Heart dismissed Doubts returned Shadows lengthened Light disappeared Darkness descended Head played Promises abandoned Trust deserted Hope wavered Affection discarded Tears cascaded Pleas ignored Mind illuminated Love defeated Lesson learned tara caribou | ©️2018
I’m laying here on the couch, alternating between staring at a poorly decorated Christmas tree and out the window. Nature can’t decide if it wants to rain, freezing rain or snow today. The type of weather that is mildly irritating. The truck is slowly icing up and I know I won’t be able to leave […]
Don’t put too much thought into me The real me Into who I really am Don’t read it into my poems Or my fantasies I’m really no one special See, he taught me a long time ago That I wasn’t worth it I wasn’t smart enough or good enough I was no different than any […]
Normally I don’t reshare or reblog but I felt compelled to share this poetry slam from five years ago by Neil Hilborn. Listen, this is a real thing. You can’t just say, “move on” or “stop overthinking this”. That’s just not a viable reality for all of us. But maybe we’re still trying… Please take […]
Pluviophile: (n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days. One minute. Just one minute of a gentle spring rain. Spring birds calling. I think you can hear the neighbor’s goats a couple times. You can’t see it yet, but fresh green growing things are coming up under […]
The loss was so profound So deep So all-encompassing that it Seemed For a time As if the tears would Never End “Will I ever stop crying?” I asked the world in general In poured the platitudes The endearments The empty gestures And then she spoke up from the midst “Never. You’ll never stop crying.” […]
I have found through living in this vast state that if I allow myself to lose myself, I end up actually finding my true self. Alaska, with its wide vistas; tall mountains; ample beaches and oceanfront landscapes; diverse wildlife; smoking volcanoes; long summer days and dark winter nights; the auroras; spirited folks with a mind […]
