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 […]
rooting around in the damp earth I came upon the first pearl took it between my lips it tasted like bright lemons and fresh rain the first laughter birthed by new friendship the next one burned my mouth but I swallowed it quickly the rich spiciness of the first time he said I was beautiful […]
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 […]
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”.
You are the Mountain Queen. For as long as you can remember, you’ve watched the village far below you. Each night, the forge fire burns and the smith’s hammer can be heard all around you. Since the snow melted, the hammer has been silent and no fire burns… Moving your senses from high above, they […]
the first time I inhaled you I became cleansed your oxygen fills all the stale places within me how did you do that? how did you infuse yourself into my every thought? I breathe in, it’s you I breathe out, it’s you how am I able to see colors where there were none? I am […]
it was in the cold pale in-between where I heard you whisper my name I turned my face toward you seven sisters stared back silently and then I felt the silent shift inside your pull is so strong it has become my vitality I spiraled in orbit then crashed hard burning, howling tearing the very […]
