A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

poetry

  • Community Standards

    Half joking — we talk about devices listening inas the algorithm advertisessomething we are not even…

  • Happy Birthday

    Remember:Me, seated on the floor, passing upmugs from the cupboard my grandfather built (You always wanted…

  • poetry you can feel

    I’ve done a thing… if you’d like to own your very own physical copy of some…

  • enchanted

    Enchanted. I failed the wisdom save on multiple occasions, and you, you took advantage of having…

  • minis

    I have to keep reminding myself that you are not your father. In so many ways.…

  • “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…