misinterpretation

I perched there - my hands, my words, undelivered, on the edge of the porch - I could not be otherwise, though you were a hand's-breadth, (a breath's-breadth) away why leap only to be denuded, disabused of what I'd only hoped your hands had meant? perhaps I've spread the interpretation of your touch ridiculously thin, … Continue reading misinterpretation

rise up alight

these troubling days (exhaustive) have made it difficult to flare up - to keep on rising up raging somewhere closer than you'd think, someone's mother huddles down into a smooth pew, clutches sanctuary (final hope's most sacred flower) against the black-boots coming for her coming for her, for her I cannot be afraid of the … Continue reading rise up alight

paint

I can't scrape away the last of my paint just can't though I've been peeling myself away from these walls seven years now new walls, yes, can wear my color it's yours I'll miss © Sarah Whiteley

storm at Rachel Lake

every branch was made big with wind while we sat diminished hunkered down with steaming cups, muddied boots, cold-red cheeks, together beneath that orange tarp cracking with every gust we stayed, shivered, laughing while others fled the storm - a splendid day, my splendid friend © Sarah Whiteley

for Shi Shi

out here the rain and your book are my only companions, and the only thing that matters is the campfire and keeping the sparks (bright, living) from too-close legs where fabricated light cannot reach solitude is no longer secondary, but breathes with my breath, and pauses in the dark - intending everything, but only later … Continue reading for Shi Shi

extra cinnamon

startled stranger, you may be wondering how it is that quite suddenly what very much appears to be nothing other than a slightly misshapen pumpkin (yes, take a gentle whiff) pancake has turned up, or rather fallen, onto the stiff blue wool shoulder of your winter coat it's just that the crows were hungry and … Continue reading extra cinnamon

Joy (repost)

the good days Freude, are those days that schoener Goetterfunken in spite of the noise Tochter aus Elysium, the naggings wir betreten the sagging weight feuertrunken, of worry, responsibility Himmlische, the ignorance dein Heiligtum. and uncarefulness deine Zauber of others binden wieder the sometimes blatant was der Mode disregard, disrepair Schwert geteilt of how the … Continue reading Joy (repost)