these bruised ribs ache to be covered, soul-yearn on the cusp of eternity, a moon cradled in the nest of your stars yes, you are my most precious thought first thing in the morning dawn my beloved best at night, dream-thirst: you tara caribou | ©2020
My review of Beau Allen’s poetry book “The Moon Will Listen”.
My review of Stephanie Lamb’s poetry book “Verbal Vomit and Other Poetry and Prose.”
She is as cold as the Alps. As lonely as a coyote in the desert. As lost as a highland lamb.
My review of Alex Le’Gare’s poetry book “The Side Effects of L.”
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 […]
Cast the alabaster referendum Spike the juice, transfix the vanishing liquid Zoom the screenshots, taste the lip gloss Scratch the two percent surface Know nothing, keep the pulse on the dial Seek optimism with self entitlement Wrap your vertebrae around your cell phone Dye the color of mass destruction No dissection, analysis, or an ounce […]
my hair like fire my lips, the wind my breast the sun and a solar flare love blooming, bursting out of my chest x-rays and hard gamma desire lifting my eyes my eyes of the blue ocean swirling, spilling salty lust tears my ribs ache with denial seeking retrieval remembering you thirsty, a blotter begging […]
I woke up in the middle of the night as sick as a dog. Wait. My dog never got this sick. Henry, my Golden, had the constitution of an ox and the compassion of a Mystic, so he followed me from the bedroom as I raced to the bathroom. I don’t remember what happened next, […]
or trying to,at least i’m working on two different projects which has me working on stories everyday so, yay! but no worries i am still journaling but … i’m nanowrimo-ing CHECK OUT EMJE’s BLOG FOR MORE!
