Jan. 05, 2013How to explain this phenomenon ( Read more... )

Dec. 27, 2012Learning how to be quiet ( Read more... )

Dec. 17, 2012Body betrayal is a challenge ( Read more... )

Nov. 30, 2012

Puffy red toes,
fat sausages,
and no more thin, ivory, digits.

But looking back from the mirror they look almost normal.
And my face looking back between them almost looks happy.

Dec. 5, 2012A perfect hair day ( Read more... )

Been trying to write something every night. A lot of it is illness focused. To post them here too, starting with the backlog.

Nov. 23, 2012My body is only a body ( Read more... )

Today I threw away your picture ( Read more... )

The poem I would never write is an arrow ( Read more... )

Poem about the last person you talked to ( Read more... )

I really need to start writing again. Someone posted a 30-Day Poetry Challenge meme and I'm picking and choosing that from (a number of the prompts are silly things involving Facebook statuses and texting). Anyway, the first was an acrostic using your name but that wasn't about you ( Read more... )

Great pine boughs groan in the breeze
raising long weathered faces,
shaking thin old hands and
thinking about the next winter.
They are older than they look
and you,
watching them patiently,
thinking of when you planted
a baby pine
just five feet tall, "if that."
Now they tower above you
a stately and grand being.