Spaces

I feel so deliciously Curious… About The space between Our mouths Before we kiss and After we part. Parting. Our shoulders Our shouts. The electric space between Lips and ear-the whisper. In the closet, The space between his and hers, The space between leaves on the tree, Between tree and sky What happens in these spaces? These spaces we made To learn… what? To heal… what? To evolve… what? What of the...read more

Response to Minty

She made a sound. A sound was made Just there. And again! And the sounds came fast and slow- Slow sounds rippling over space And meeting with…? Aaah..aaah… She never knew, the sounder, Until a sound returned and for the first time She wondered Am I not alone? Not alone in space Not alone at all? There was another Making sounds in space, Reaching out to learn What will happen? Ooo! But what will...read more

Memory of a Kiss

In the murky bedroom Of her mother’s house Shadows, decayed, Fill in the gloom. Curtains drawn tight Never reveal Sunlight or storms. Day or night. Keep it all out. Keep out the breath. Keep out the vision. The room so bad It must be hidden. Lest light come in Ever unbidden. Tacky floor Sticky walls- If Light saw this He’d be appalled. The filth of neglect- Of habitual hatred. The rooms repel. Denial is...read more

A Darkness I Am With Today

They are glad, now, to have you to come to. You are not whole to them. You are arms that hug. A voice answering and asking. You are eyes seeking God in everything. They are glad to know you are there. And when they have gone, They will look back and say, She never worked a day in her life. She never had to make money. But they didn’t know you before. Didn’t know you when You preferred to sleep in your...read more

When I Have Given Up

When I have given up The tears have come. Welcome! When I have given up, The breath has fled her cage. Live! When I have given up, The shadow has been brought into light. Hello! When I have given up, The silent, still trembling has finally begun to stretch her legs. Aaah! When I have given up, The rage has settled into grief and I have grown softer. Mmm. When I have given up The space we create has taken a breath...read more