Category: prose poetry

Rabbit Hole of Desire

March 24th, 2017

His hair coarse and dark, lifting from his scalp in surprised waves. Can I run my fingers through and forget about you? Turn my face to the new, unstuck with glue, hardened by days of neglect and contempt. A snail hides in its shell, its too soon to tell whether the spell has been broken […]

Pebble

November 14th, 2009

Pebble on my path, you trap my toe and make me question which way I am going. Pebble, you set me free – my fingers curl around your coolness, which sips the warmth of the sun. When I hold you, I am taken into a quiet place beyond myself. In and around myself, an openness […]

Following the Golden Thread

September 23rd, 2009

Swans glide, wings beat deep and wide – carving their migratory path through the south sky. Sparrows dive in the wind’s slipstream. Beaks pierce the clouds like the skin of a dream. Soap bubble floats up high. Round window of rainbow light. Tree branches finger the sun. At their feet, a thinker bends his mind […]

Flurry of Noise

September 24th, 2008

She looked down at her knees and sighed and cried and wished she were thin and that the birds outside would stop their whining. The leaves hung limp from the branches like discarded clothes. She tried to force a smile but her cheeks burned with misery and she could not remember how to turn the […]