the pain of a thing

can the pain of a thing leave its talon mark in my skin the way the nail has left a scar on my palm upturned to the light? Healing is not an easy thing for the spirit left challenged to go on with some part of herself torn open sealed shut scar tissue closed over...

Sylvia Plath

I’ve been trying to work my way into Sylvia Plath after believing a biographer’s argument that she (Sylvia) wasn’t the tragic suicidal she’s made out to be but 5 poems in, Sylvia’s words on paper like lines of a death march. I can not...

Little Hours

The sun has not risen the moon glow out the back stars shimmer behind clouded eyes The small lights framed at the window twinkle and shine just enough to enter into this new day the hours before me not yet long.

How unrealistic I am when left to my own devices

I believe I can change spirits and lighten wills so that all the world becomes light with the being that I simply by putting myself out there out there is that something we can say anymore out there nonetheless that what is needed in here will arrive simply I say it...

More difficult

It is much more difficult than I thought to commit to seeing with new eyes. The rain still falls and the thermometer drops and the cities I live tend to be lesser known for sunshine. I committed a commitment is a commitment little by little little by little I peel...