Say what! You mean
That’s not why they call it an
Em dash? — those Dickinson
Hyphens between?
terri guillemets
composed by yours truly
Immeasurable
Even hundredfold grief is divisible by love.
@Risk
Life is like running with scissors
naked through freezing blizzards
Pitch
Night
— the quiet of solitude
— the silence of loneliness
Humanity in roads
When I’m out and about, people are annoying idiots. When I’m home alone, all mankind is loving and good.
Non compos mentis
after a few beers, my nouns stumble
and my verbs can no longer talk straight —
O! yes after a few good beers verbs blunder
and nouns fall flat on their faces
Listen to the colors
Purple is the soul-lifter
Red, the flame of passion
Yellow, the light of warmth
Green, vibrant stem of life
Pink, a whisper of beauty
Orange beckons, take a chance
Blue is the sea tide in us all
Every dawn
Dawn is the glow of opportunity, the light of a fresh start, the aurora of hope breaking open a new day.
Soaring
Give your stress wings and let it fly away.
Do I write grief or is it writing me?
I write all these death poems, these grief poems —
and does it really make me feel better? Or am I just
twisting my heart so that I can feel, to remember?
Because I’m afraid that if I don’t feel, I will forget.
Inkdreaming
the smell of ink is
intoxicating to me —
others may have wine
but I have poetry
A turning trial by fire
Anger makes your life — and your body —
SOCial anxIETY
You can’t spell social anxiety without society.