tara caribou
poetry & short story author – artist & nature lover
Tag: Despair
Run and Hide
run, little girl, run run swiftly as fast as your feet can take you hide yourself away in a thicket, in the woods climb a tree, build a nest high, so high up or in the field, ‘neath the tall, tall grassburrow as a… Continue Reading “Run and Hide”
Silence Brings Calm
Keep your mouth shut, little bitch. Ain’t nothing you got to say that means nothing important. Get on your knees and scrub the floors clean, clean, ever clean. Every crack and crevice, nook and cranny need special attention. Your sharp eye and a toothbrush… Continue Reading “Silence Brings Calm”
Scarecrow Hotel – Collaboration
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”
I Howl Alone
loneliness spills over my lips my sight smeared, my tongue slows emptiness surrounds me some part of me is missing my wings lift, then fail I cry out, “where are you?!” “hear my soul-yearn!” I lift my barren pen it sinks beneath heavy waves… Continue Reading “I Howl Alone”
Papercuts
memories of you, images in ink and sighs, sift through the pages of my mind a soft breeze fluttering, a sharp gust, and I remember you: your smile as you stroked my cheek, the sun streaming through my hair, my own smile reflected in… Continue Reading “Papercuts”
Hatch
tiny dragon sits and waits patiently biding her time curled up within her safe shell of blue with dark uneven spots she rests not in a nest of twigs and leaves or pebbles and mud but instead upon my tongue sometimes I roll her… Continue Reading “Hatch”
Possessed
Violence Darkness Hard tug to the right Voices Whisper Head down on the ground Committed Controlled Say just what to say Power Ruthless All came with a price Favor Discord Push out all in mind Muttering Mumbling Trace shapes in the sand Obedience Subservience… Continue Reading “Possessed”
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