It’s not the one I fell for, head-over-heels, madly in love with, the one, with his soft, gentle nature and his calming ways, the one for whom I thought no other word than, home would fit meaning as understanding like I’ve never known before— No. You know, it was the one, the one so disinterested, [...]
we travel empty roads, beer-drunk, squashing bluebirds, waiting to lie down among the trees, I am no longer vertical close the garage, engine running or was it, heads in ovens today I can never remember certain details and the others--- scream at me during the night, pour out of my pores, and I wake drenched [...]
we inherited our grain granting atmosphere to photographs close-ups of us all heat and light and heart hands in fields of harvest survival isn't always living but there are days when it is life. © Grace Black
can you see earth--- the burial plot in my eyes hazel moss and erosion of time worn thin i prefer tulips to flop to the rose that's erect, but the tips of my fingers buzzed over white-capped lust and I realize, this moment, this fickle weather is the loss of what was never 'us' [...]
I'm vulnerable in ways a crocus blooms. I open in winter's dead. And my balance is coming along. I can hold the Crow for nearly 33 seconds. But you can't even face me. Downward. You're a dog in heat. Feel my words protrude. You liked to lick. But you lie when you speak about the [...]
there's a sprinkler running in the yard, across the street can you hear its tick tick tick tick tick tick, swish--- odd because it's pouring rain today we're taught not to look, not to question, not to stare, but their lawn isn't even green--- it's dead like me tick tick, tick tick, tick tick [...]
