And in a moment it goes from cruising along; talking, laughing, living – – – to \\s p i n n i n g// turning and twisting SCREAMING S I L E N C E but ::whispers:: crashing !!Violence!! oh! the Violence!! ::is anybody there?:: l o s s -of- c o n t r […]
i drove to my father’s house in Massachusetts. a group of us made a large dump run for my step-mother. we even pulled the old pool table out from the basement. i held onto one end as a neighbor cut it in half so we could fit it into the trailer i felt a bit […]
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 around my mouth (gently, gently, never crushing) she is smooth and […]
Into his thoughts she crept Quietly, unbidden He let her stay Perhaps too long And when she chose to leave He could not bear it For he had become used To her presence tara caribou | ©2020
we all have expiration dates he knew that because that’s what everyone always told him they said that when his dad died at 51 they said that when his mom got sick they said that when frank at the office fell off his chair during the quarterly meeting and died right there they said that […]
the blackening, a holding back a build-up to future betrayals lines covering over whispers of a heart the twisting of realities the lighting of one lamp while calling it by another name the shift of dirt-caked fingers first here then there the pulling of an ear and wringing of hands the smirk while watching a […]
I can feel them, the icy cold hands, my inner demons. They’ve taken a hold and are pulling me down. I don’t think I can fight them this time. I’m not strong enough. Not only am I not strong enough but the old doubts have risen with them as well. What’s the point? What’s it […]
There’s an owl that lives on my property and he’s out there hoo-hoot-hooing all night long and I wish that for a night or two I could become an owl myself and sit in higher branches than he and see exactly what he sees. I wonder if his beautifully haunting call strikes terror in the […]
Foot on the fence post Looking out on the land The sky seems bluer these days She told me she loved me With her dying last breath Seventeen years, today Back when I was young and alive Stars and dreams on the horizon Me and Molly kept on without her Sunsets never look the same […]
This really met me right where I’m at. I hope you’ll go to her blog and read the full piece. Now my mouth doesn’t know what my shadow is saying. Motor Motor nerve. Damage. (How?) Peripheral. (Vision?) Damaged. These are the bumps in my road map. These are criss crosses. (I carry…) Lacerations lace my […]
