My heirophant

Are you my hierophant? Why do I cry when I hear your voice? Is it that you have a direct line to the source, the one, the truth? In yoga, crying and yawning are resets for the nervous system. Do I need to be reset? Should the world be reset instead? Why should I have…

Circular Poetry (edited)

Circular Poetry, more star shaped with comet motion but the more I think about it It's like pushing the puddle in welding add more rod, steady heat, melts steel, keeps moving the bead Good Morning, Mr. Tangent.  How are you today?  Ready to walk with me off the beaten path into the nebulous brush of…

Platform fatal errors

I wrote a response to a blog by Cecelia whose platform for blogging reviled me I gushed on the page, but I couldn't gauge what I'd done to deserve such treatment "Fatal error..zephyr-comments.php" Your comment form ate my response. Flighty, I wrote a poem that joked about it. I wanted to make contact I felt…

Death of a Friendship

I find myself in a puddle often. It is wet and salty and dark though the screen casts an artificial light. It can't be bright enough to push my mood up from below sea level. I hurt today. He said, "I have depression, too." I'm paraphrasing now, "You just have to keep going for your…

Vince

Funny how a person from a recurring dream can resurface from your sub conscious after years of absence. Vince and I went to college together though I know he never existed He reminds me of stories that I almost remember knowing that he was never there. We are always in an apartment together he's the…

Why does the panther cross the road?

Why does the black panther cross the road? She sails through the air after impact Her nine lives simultaneously fly skyward to join her astrological family. I know there aren't thirteen months in a year, but there should be some homage to my panther. The Aztec astrological guardian cat of my dreams, strong, jet black…

Custody

This bear of a man wants custody of me and our child No more dates holding hands walking together along the river in the Metro Parks on top of fallen tree trunks the diameter of my car Our cub in a stoller walks the paths too Cooing and laughing at the leaves startled by birds,…