Posts for June 5, 2019

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Poem

Pain or Pressure

Are you feeling pain
Or pressure?

I learned that phrase
When I was sixteen yrs. old
Legs spread open
Bottom inched to the edge
of the examination table

My doctor
(Face between my legs
Que tip in hand
Trying to fit anything
He could inside my vagina
As I sat there
Clinched and crying)
Looked up and asked:

Is it pain
Or pressure?


Category
Poem

It’s just words…

I’ve been told I give good head
amazing, phenomenal head

I’ve come to grasp
amazing head isn’t physical pleasure

but elocution from my tongue
licking an encircling your brain

accolades of your greatness
pumping that ego

all warranted and sincere

your importance swells
too indulged to endure

demanding deliverance
you are free to go

I collect the new
and wait for

the next time
you crave polishing


Category
Poem

racing the clock on a wednesday

quarter til midnight

eyes start to close

until you remember

the things you thought

were forgotten


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Poem

Camp Whippoorwill

Ants on the counter
doing their thing
Marching me back
to Camp Whippoorwill

Sweet little Lily Bean’s 
bug on the table
Flabbergasted City Mom
cracks us up at dinner

Seven or Eight
They are small
Twin helmet heads 
climing walls

Tree lined nature walk
Happy faced caterpillar
bobbing in the trail, Hello!
My brave girl brings 
him to safety

Mothers and Daughters!
Welcome to 
Rosie Posie’s Noodle Pool
Fifteen noodles each now

Girl Scouts around the fire
Clapping, singing songs
Town and Country melting pot
S’mores in every paw

Activity overload
beaten, we bail
back to the campsite
To gather nuts for 
Fur friends

Nocturnal alien life
terrorizing tents
or is it just racoons?
Here is my hand,
let’s go back and see


Category
Poem

flavor/crunch

i died today
or whatever.
guess i’ll stay that way
a while.
 
turns out i never taught myself
to say yes to a feast over my heart.
i’d crumb it up with panko, pray with
the corner
of
my
eye.
 
then just die
since
it’s such a fine thing
anyway.
 
anyway
 
these days i’m willfull,
and i want more than making,
wait more than slaking
               the dry panko-crusted thirst
               that troubles the corner of my eye.
believe me, i’m doing no better than my worst.
 
better i than someone
with a mouth and eye that water at the corner of my heart’s table.


Category
Poem

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In the morning
The sun shines bright and low
Through the windows covering everything in light
Everything but the inside
The inside takes from the outside what it wants
It doesn’t change from such miniscule power
Like a star


Category
Poem

untitled

In the morning
The sun shines bright and low
Through the windows covering everything in light
Everything but the inside
The inside takes from the outside what it wants
It doesn’t change from such miniscule power
Like a star


Category
Poem

Advice I Give My Students That They Don’t Ask For

Go to the dances.

Don’t wish your life away. 

Stay away from people who fear change.

If someone needs you to do something to feel better about doing it themselves, they care more about what they want than you.

No one knows more about you than yourself.

But if you don’t take the time to learn about yourself
others can use what you don’t know against you.

You will be lonely.
Don’t be so sure that it is a bad thing.

Hard work.
Self worth.
Honesty.
Gratitude.

Learning to use words well is the closest you’’ll get to having super powers.

You are not your clothes, your grades, your friends.

I don’t know what you are.

If someone claims they know all the answers, ask them what the questions were.

You were not made just to go to school and then get a job.

I have no idea what you were made for.

If you find yourself at the top, don’t spend any time telling people still climbing how you got there. Go back down and help them up.

If you like someone tell them. 

Consent is unequivocal and instantaneously revocable.

Being an adult is mostly standing or sitting in semi circles.

Hold people accountable.

Someone can only insult you if you care what they think.

Love is not transactional. It’s not a currency.

Give regardless.


Category
Poem

Seven Holds Ten

Seven Holds Ten:
Ethereal birthday
A tender piano laughs
Despite the theater            


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Poem

Odds

My brother wants to be a state trooper.
In the academy, he will be tased
Maced
Fight-trained and taught how to survive.

I teach tiny, special humans to read.
To make eye contact
Feed themselves and
Find their way of communicating with the world.

How is it that I am just as likely to be gunned down
While in a circle
Singing “Baby Shark”?
Do-do-do-do-do-do.