June 25, 2019 by ebbtide

uncertainty

Poetry
change, life, moving on, poem, Poetry, transitions, uncertainty, writing
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I am in that space between
staying and leaving,
everything between seasons –

as if without demarcation,
Summer must linger
uncertainly at the door

wondering whether she has
found the right place,
or if the threshold

is somewhere further
down the road

A big congratulations to the Wandering Wonderful giveaway winners! Christine, Garrett, and Charles have each been selected to receive a copy of my newest poetry chapbook. I’ve sent off individual emails this morning and copies of the book should be in the mail shortly.

January 16, 2018 by ebbtide

no stars have come for us…

Poetry
birds, desire, hope, life, love, poem, Poetry, relationships, stars, uncertainty, writing
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no stars have come for us

no birds align in coded message

there is only us and all the ways
I say without saying

that I am both broken
and blooming, and uncertain

how to welcome hope and despair
on such unequal footing

January 28, 2016 by ebbtide

cigarette before dawn

Poetry
breath, cigarette, dawn, life, meaning, night, poem, Poetry, silence, smoke, smoking, solidity, solitude, uncertainty, writing
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before dawn, I curl myself
into a single cigarette
and forget for a moment
that I am anything other than
lips, than smoke, than
the act of exhaling

when I write such things,
I am shifting the silences
into a semblance of meaning,
wrapping words around the hours
too late to be called night,
too early yet to be morning

and I am grateful for
the hard end of the bench
I press my back against
while I wait for something –
anything – to progress
beyond the gray plumes
that loop the air before me