Category Archives: Poetry

Happy Nude Rear!

Here we are at the arbitrary starting line

wrinkling our noses, squinting our eyes

trying to make sense out of life, we vow

temporary compliance with high hopes

and even higher expectations

grasping desperately to achieve the loftiest intention

until we realize, change happens, regardless;

only with work can it be the change we want

Where Women Gather

Where women gather, magic is born,

Stir the cauldron, call the storm.

The power comes to those who need

cultivate the planted seed

self-nurture with Mother Mary’s prayer

Wander round the Otherwhere

Return to home; dig down your roots

Opened womb of swollen fruits

He Don’t Need Me

I stepped into the heat

of that Arizona sun

looking towards the future

that I’d thought had begun

I wrapped into his arms

on the day that I arrived

warmth and love and laughter

I finally felt alive

But when he sleeps

his dreams are not of me

When he smiles

he shines, but not for me

Through his eyes

my heart, he doesn’t see

I tried to give

But he dont’ need me

Giving up a lifetime

he promised he held the key

Leaving Arizona

a bus to Tennessee

Miles spread out behind me

He’s the best I’d ever known

Making painful choices

Hating loving alone

Cause when he sleeps

his dreams are not of me

When he smiles

he shines, but not for me

Through his eyes

my heart, he doesn’t see

I tried to give

but he don’t need me

No he don’t need me

He don’t need me

Unreal

Magenta is as made up as time or leap year.

Like unrealized assumptions and conclusions not jumped to

Or consequences not suffered at the hands of your higher self

How many decisions got left to The Fates?

Sisters of three set your weft as you will

So I can feel secure in the lies I tell myself

Left-hand turn

The loneliness isn’t in the silence, it’s in the absence of commentary.

My “Silent but Deadly” litany chants in my head

“Don’t open your throat, let the demons be fed”

I want to reach out. I want to be heard. But…

Reality isn’t where I want to be disturbed

My brushes lay colorless, lifeless as corpses

My observances from the corner, bodily divorces

I’m running like hell hounds know my name

The bridges start smoldering in fingers of blame

and they all return to me. Their rejection is plain to see

If I’m not them, I’m never good enough as me.

Throne

My throne near the top of the willow tree

where I could oversee

my kingdom that resounded

with mournful train chords

and springtime robin red-breast

Thin the veil between worlds

Of retrospection cursed not blessed

It’s like a perpetual bloodstain

With solidly placed blame

Thats removed quietly with disdain

Where “It’s just how they are” to

Invisibility of me to an entire crew.

But I’ll not allow their foolishness

Not in my kingdom where I am best

Where I’m more than bone deep

Better than the company they sheep.

Not Old Enough

Turbulent Life

I won’t mourn you while you’re still here making choices;

choices of where you’ll breathe last when the time comes

decisions that are yours, and only yours, to make. Always.

I will, however, laugh with you until you can’t any more.

I will support your choices, defending your life at its last.

You’re not old enough to go, but I know that’s not up to us.

I won’t mourn you while you’re here, but I will love you,

my friend, brother to my sister-in-heart, brother of my brother.

Publicly Primal

A bonfire of hatred emblazoned within.

I want to violate you by releasing my raw primal rage

A bonfire of hatred emblazoned in my silent chest awaiting birth

The “Flesh your heart” punishment of original sin, raped

The mundane act of typing the violation of my rights

as a human. as a woman. as FIFTY ONE PERCENT of totality

while you prognosticate fodder for the war machine

I defiantly consider all acts of subjugation as Slavery of Women

When I’m no longer terrified of how I will sound unrestrained,

You will no longer exist other than in history as bad apples

bitter seeds of spill on the dirt floors of the prisons you built

for me

but will not hold this.