and for my next act? what would you like me to be today? perhaps I need to stay up late and recite some poetry for you? move you with my words or would you rather I put on some beats in the background and moan a little? do I turn you on? here’s my camera, […]
My review of Layne Ambrose’s poetry book “And Other Things From This Time”.
You know the one Always there when the sun shines And when you find five bucks on the sidewalk The first time you mention The creeping sadness in your heart POOF Magic disappearance act Gone How are you? they ask I’m feeling a bit depressed, you reply . . . Crickets chirp You can hear […]
my confidence is shaken I am weak moss covers my ankles my fingers hang down shaking from limp wrists my feet are cracked and worn worms have gorged themselves behind my eyes eyes which have no more tears my cheeks are sunken grey bowls and the rain no longer brings joy what have I become […]
my heart is melting in my chest everything is blurry I’m constricting, constricting, reducing the pain is so large but I have become so small a tiny insignificant thing you never noticed my disappearance I’m a ghost now a shadow of former things a former me maybe I was never real to begin with tara […]
black beetles creeping down the walls eyes stare out nothing behind them except everything everything everything every thing nothing behind them at all black beetles clickety-click-cuhlicking along ash curlicues swirls and slithers through my veins dancing pearls down my veins alphabet ash moves slow out my veins my veins as roads to pure thought black […]
The dark veil descends and I find myself unable to lift it. It settles quietly. I close my eyes. Something whispers. I am wicked so I shiver. It coils around my shoulders. I am shrinking, shrinking. I am afraid eventually I will disappear. tara caribou | ©2020 Read this and more in my poetry book, […]
oh how you whispered sweet honeyed lies in my ear now you’ve left and you say: ‘girl, you’ll learn to love again’ let me swallow these sickly sweet saccharine pills candy-coated lips and sugar-crusted tongue belly full left unsatisfied wanting more because it’s something anything at all better than being empty tara caribou | ©2020 […]
My review of Tim Miller’s short story collection “The Lonely Young and The Lonely Old”.
The leaves on the trees have become smudges, merely a backdrop I look right through. I see nothing. I see everything. Everything. You weren’t able to reach beyond the now into tomorrow. You stay in the past and try for today, but never tomorrow. It’s raining outside, smearing the hillside further. My blotchy pink cheeks […]
