A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

poetry

  • “Write what you can’t say aloud.”

    When crocus breaks through frozen stone, it does not ask if winter’s done. It simply blooms,…

  • ghost notes

    Don’t listen too closely as the voices hush.I am the jarring echo of brittle laughterthat blossomed…

  • Fig Jam

    It is dark and sweet, but not cloying,this taste from childhood that you thought lost,offering echoes…

  • Bloom (for Grigor)

    Poetry in motion begins with the inhale, and you assume the classic position. I alwaysstruggle with…

  • Personal (Maelen’s Song)

    The thread was never broken – only hidden beneaththe weight of fears unspoken, and the cost…

  • For Vaelith, from Dot

    I see you,more clearly than you may ever know. I’ve stoodupon that cliff and felt the…

  • Break me like a promise

    Just yesterday, for about two hours, I almost didn’t think of you. Then I sat in…

  • once lost

    Tis an odd paradox, jarring,to believe so whole-heartedly in redemption,in penitence, confession,forgiveness and reconciliation,second, third and…

  • SYG

    I am learningthat I can disentangle memories.Your presence in them does notmake them necessarily about you.…

  • Say Don’t Go

    This was only ever a temporary contract;a relief position that served both our purposes.I had never…

  • Let Me Drown

    She worries about me. She saysyou’re selfish; that you have lessto lose here than I do.…

  • Bonnie

    I pulled the albums off the shelf in searchof photos of a calico cat, arrayed in…

  • NESB

    Can I speak with the doctor, please? He’s in with a patient at the moment. Can…

  • History; His Story

    Fragility: you lookevery one of your ninety-three yearslying here in this hospital bed,this temporary holder of…

  • The Game of Love

    I.Your look, piercingly softin its gentle intensity,burning the invisible scarsyou left behind that daywe breathed each…