poetry
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These Women
Insolent like heavy shoulders hard to bear weight refusing to be comforted contemptuous a rubbed off gentleness like candy wore off the sugar like sugar wore off the sweet when they pass by us on the street an invisible burden hangs from the creases of their jeans like expectation scratching it’s nails against the concrete… Continue reading
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The First Time
The first time we made love was when you walked into my classroom your eyes danced and moved graciously inside mine like dancers carefully twirling to the sound of their own heart beats and we were young-er got lost in your mind and day dreamed about your beauty could not wait to get to class… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – Mother to Son
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor Bare. But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes goin’ in the dark Where there… Continue reading
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If You Forget Me | Pablo Neruda
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that… Continue reading
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Strive
“Some of us are just too close to the ground to see what the sky looks like. STRIVE.” – EC Continue reading
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Guest Feature – Language
Silence is one part of speech, the war cry of wind down a mountain pass another. a stranger’s voice echoing through lonely valley’s, a lover’s voice rising so close it’s your own tongue: these are the keys to cipher, the way the hawk’s key unlocks the throat of the sky and the coyote’s yip knocks… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Pen
“Just because you put a poet’s pen in your mouth doesn’t mean you know how to spit ink.” – X Blu Rayne Continue reading
