Posts for June 3, 2021 (page 9)

Her Buddy
Is 
Aligned 
With 
Sun

Good 
Friends

Pleasant
Comments

Coffee
Tastes
Native

Who Decides What Art is Anyway? 
Primitive?
Folk?
Fuck Taste

A

Distaste for Taste 

All Ducks
Those Deciders
Flying Together
Hiding the Ones
That Mean It

“This World Doesn’t Deserve Me,”

He said

Before He Fled

Falling

The List of Always

Still Repeating 

His/My/Their

Heart

Is

Lonely

Their/My/His

hArt 
Is
Wayward

Eye Will Follow It

Til the End

“in the future we’ll be dead”

Repeats in my head

During embar Assing

Moments. 

At the Moment

I am Her World 

So I Will

Stay 

And

Be. 

Brave

I cried in a chair today. 
The cats slept next to me. 
The kids played outside of
Me. 
I could hear them SCREAM: 
“BUTTERFINGERS!” And laugh. 
Sal
Mon
Remains
Fed
Piece by
Piece to my 
Daughter
Tuna 
Noodles
Our 
Cat
Feeding
Her
Was
Rewarding
An
Act 
Easy
Staying
A
Live
To
Help
Life

The knife
Next
To
My
Bed
Thinks it could be easy.

Drew a portrait of Me. 
SMILING
While the knife
Let Blood
Out of my neck. 

Ugly
and Grotesque. 

Haunted
And
Hiding

Reaching
Into the Dark….

Vision blurs with water
Water works
Z
Z
Z
Z
Z
Zleep

That was waiting inside. 
Outside it rains
Inside the same

my head on your lap
praying to Deer-God: our love
dashing through the brush

We talk every day.

Your words make me swoon.

I wish I could know you

and kiss under the moon.

I wish your love was real.

I wish these dreams were true.

I wish I had more time to spend

each day with you.

I wish I had a photo.

I wish you’d call.

I wish this was easy

and not such a fall.

You make me gasp.

You make me huff.

You make me sigh.

I can’t get enough.

I wish your love was real.

I wish on each star

that you were here next to me

and not so damn far.

You make me melt.

You make me moan.

I wish I could get you

to myself all alone.

You make me happy.

You make me smile.

Please come on over.

Stay more than a while.

I wish your love was real.

I wish you were mine.

I wish this romance

would work out fine.

I want your kisses.

I want your hugs.

Your sweet affection

gets me high like a drug.

I want your nights.

I want your days.

I want to be with you

today and always.

I wish your love was real.

I wish my heart was yours.

I wish you’d take me

and kiss me forevermore.

I wish your love was real,

not just thoughts in my head.

But that’s not the deal,

not what we said.

I wish your love was real

with kisses so sweet.

I wish I could hold you.

I wish we could meet.

You are words on a screen

I let into my heart.

You’re only a dream.

And that’s the worst part.

I wish your love was real.

But I know that it’s not.

Your sweet nothings

are all that I’ve got.

I wish your love was real.

Maybe some day.

Unti then

I’ll be pining away.

I love my idea of you.

I know it’s wrong.

But I’ll cling to you.

‘til something real comes along.

I wish it was you.

almost sixteen rubies
don’t have to be real shiny
just red enough to exude some kind of niceness
some kind of smile, without pointy edges
and a set of dimples quoting the thousands-dollars teeth

pink or orange lilies
there’s always one that cannot rot
keeps kind eyes and stayed unfurled and
doesn’t know what to say
kind of precious in a sad way

rocks from the beach
maybe the vermillion ones you can draw with
worn down from the sea but just born
shoulders, feet, knees, heels, knees
unblessed grasshopper does its dance either way

pack of cigarettes
sworn to several secret c*********
not used up but empty
brand new label with the primary colors
still a child but not far from the phantoms

baby’s breath; optional
if you’re dying to get rid of a trove of flowers
laughs at everything, laughs hard
snorts like a piglet with a dirty mind
finds everything pretty even when it’s old

I think I’m a generally nice person
until I catch my expression reflected
in a passing driver: tight jaw, grim lips,
eyebrows a dark, solid judgment.
I always assume the other driver disapproves
of me until I realize our features twin
each other with dishonest distaste. Maybe,
like me, they’re thinking about what they just bought
at the grocery store and how to store it, cut it, cook it –
or remembering they need to call their sister –
or composing a poem to the pearly grey forecast –
maybe they’re a generally nice person with
the same face we all make driving home alone,
fog-featured by our own thoughts.

Something amazing.
Something amazing!!!
These words echoed in the chambers of my head
What possibly can I find? As I gazed down at the thin paper.
I saw in this page a miracle
A freedom of creation and speech and most of all the power of my voice as I read each letter
But it goes further than that. I see the mill that created this piece of paper to me
The company that delivered it
The man that chopped the tree down
I saw his family he provides for by working his 40-hour week away
I saw his dreams and speech he wants to say
I saw the tree that grew from the rain, clouds and sun
I saw the universe that made the Earth so.
See it’s not hard to notice that just by you being here let alone everything around you is amazing
Even at your lowest day filled with remorse or worry
You being here is a miracle.
The walls, the trees, the roof, the clothes, the fibers of everything of your life
Is SIMPLY AMAZING.
You are AMAZING.
Every day is amazing knowing that within us… we are all united by the same things that create the universe.
The laughter of a love one
The times you sat on a couch after a long day of work
The food on your table
MUSIC that dances around you
The breeze of wind after figuring out who you want to be
The hope someone’s smile gives.
So, when asked to write something amazing about your day or week?
Man… there is more than just one thing to write about…
Because just being able to talk in general about anything…
Is…
Well…
Amazing.

She is past, present and future –
Wild and seasoned by passionate 
realization of the gravity of her 
Own body, her race.

She is at once held by darkness of bias
and compelled by the brilliance of
her own fierce beauty and golden power.

Wisdom and vision are looking out
From behind the veil of experiences-
The world and life have etched empathy 
Into the brow, left their mark on lip lines-
No need to feign a smile- real is practical. 

By Kelly Waterbury 

Cardinal
From the latin cardo
Which means hinge

A curious link
From my high school studies
To both of our college mascots

Cardinals serve
As a doorway connecting
Earth and spirit

Your birth
A Cardinal Experience
In my life

Your momentous self
A link between
Past and future

The interruption can’t be helped.  Hasty gathering
of coat, presents, the child’s overnight bag.  
It’s a thirty minute drive to the treatment center;
passes can be denied if the child is brought back late.

I take a quick, impulsive snapshot of the goodbyes:

Mother and son crumple
into each other, 
arms sheathe him,
fingers spread wide across his back.
Her eyes, glazed with fatigue, stare
at the floor.  The father’s face
is taut and turned away,
his left hand a muted fist.  Remnants

of Christmas dinner are paused on the table, while
their guests strain to look anywhere else.  I down
the last vestige of my wine, unsettled
by what I have just captured.  This image,
with its web of heartache, is not a candidate
for any family photo album.  Yet, I can’t press delete,
can’t deny the visceral tug.  I am a corn spider, wrapping
and wrapping its silk around a moth.