Loneliness

The wind is wildly throwing itself through the trees, and the streets. And the trees, they are bending and twisting. Peyote dancers feeling into the world beneath the world. The sound is like the ocean slamming itself against the steady shore. Then the wind seems to inhale. Silence. Just like when the water goes from noisy simmer to boil. For a moment it’s quiet. Then the papers fly off the tables and the cat...read more

What If I Told You

By Pam Bolton and Kathleen MacGregor What if I told you It was me? I picked up the stone And threw it At the bird’s nest And knocked it down To the ground And all the babies died. What if I told you It was me? I took the jumping mouse From the jaws, the paws Of the cat And held it Warm in my palms Until, hours later, It died. What if I told you All day yesterday I didn’t care And the day before I...read more

A Kind of Lust

It’s August. September’s on the way. This is the time when she weighs herself down with lists, classes, meetings chores have-tos and should-dos. A kind of lust Has come in. The sea wants to carry her away to a foreign country. With or without her family. With or without saying Good-bye. With or without coming back. No thought of returning now- only flight. A kind of lust, so hard to resist. But resisted,...read more