Tag: poem

• left behind: a poem

  not just debris

  from the storm

  fallen twigs and

  forgotten string

  small dwelling

  for growing

  found the ground

  from its

  sky-kissed perch

  oh, to scoop it up

  to hold this proof

  to dampen the structure

  with saltwater tears

  

  

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  2026.04.20

• Two collages and a haiku

  

  

  

  opportunistic

  robin plays bath splashing in

  puddles of fresh rain

  2026.04.12

• Angst

  I know you’re upset

  But here

  I carved a space

  In my heart

  Meet me there 

  We’ll have tea

  Not too strong 

  So we can still 

  go to bed early

  We’ll talk about the 

  meaning of 

  Our matching fingerprints

  You scribble tears on your face

  With blue crayon

  They fall, rain from your cheeks

  Splash into your cup

  Allow me to drink it for you

  It’s been long enough

  You don’t have to do this alone

  

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  2026.04.09

• What remains

  Bald eagle

  circles with

  two vultures

  tending to death

  like the

  carcass of a deer

  or the

  decay of a nation

  

  2026.04.08

• water me

  threads of being 

  curl through every cell

  of this body

  arms   chest    heart

  opening like a flower

  crying nectar at the 

       sunrise

  penetration of light

  both

       pleasure and

            pain

  

  2026.04.07

• will you accept this payment

  tended the garden of this mind

  brains weren’t  extraordinary

  I cling to the title:

  gifted

  press the label onto my shirt

  hand lingers above my breast

  delusion

  the tag tied round my toe in the morgue

  it’s all I ever was…until, you know

  I wasn‘t

  plummeting grades, marks don’t matter

  blackout nights, herded by strangers

  bra stuffed with money

  and tear-stained fights

  this body became

  the sacrifice;

  payment on the altar of

  expectation

  color me surprised

  you roll your eyes

  not impressed

  tell me this

  is it enough yet?

  

  2026.04.03

• New this week

  The Tarot Diaries segment on the four of cups is now live. Swipe through the photos for previews of what I dive into 💚

  

  

  

  

  

  

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  2026.04.02

• is that word alive

  AI trained on human souls

  yet their words taste like

  pink plastic left

  in the sun too long

  I’d like to think I can tell

  when words don’t have a body

  like scraping the knee

  on the playground asphalt

  or bumping the funny bone

  or drinking water underneath

  scorching sun

  

  2026.03.27

• loving gaze

  Where it began: stilt houses

  Skeletal remains emerging

  from algae-green pools

  Awe blooming at heart level

  for faded places, forgotten

  I whisper “thank you for open eyes”

  now I lovingly see

  crooked barns

  crumbling factories

  boarded-up businesses

  debris piles left behind

  wild-torn houses

  places hold people, hold stories…

  and now no one is left

  to tend to these places,

  they were once a flurry of

  motion, aliveness, everyday mundanity

  now no one bothered

  to even tear them down

  burn remains

  memorialize their time here

  honor what was

  

  2026.03.26

• early afternoon

  12:34 

  while my daughter screams

  “I’M SO LUCKY”

  she found a quarter on the porch

  I think about 

  rollerblading because

  I don’t remember ever

  deciding to stop

  my son wants to eat a whole

  pizza for lunch

  the porch door is open

  I lay on the couch

  as that’s what I usually do

  I’ve bought so many 

  books and courses

  hoping to learn how to do things

  placing my trust

  in anyone’s hands but

  my own

  

  2026.03.25