First breath pierces autumn chill,hazel eyes greet my blue.Strands of hair wound tight around fat fingersmy heart bleeds into yours. Run! Run! Run! scarlet leaves tumble as we dance, gold sparks of memoriesignite our sleeping minds. See the starry night swirl,the fallen acorns scatter and crunch beneath our feet. Feel the edge of timestrip flesh …
Tag: poetry
Ode from the Commode: A Thanksgiving Plea
To Whom It May Concern: I write to you with the fervent hopethat my plight may soon be known.My ordeal began as soon as I plunkedmy ass on the porcelain throne. It seems mixing shots of tequilawith gravy-smothered pitawas clearly not the way to go. Hence, my ass exploded,the tidy bowl overloaded,and the septic tank …
Sequoia
I dreamed of shadows and sheltered things beneath the tree with golden leaves. Today the mighty trunk sliced bare as bone, the rings rough and splintered, you take my hand as we count the lives together. A thousand deaths, a thousand loves, a thousand circles bound us with frayed fibers, spinning its thread, the splinters …
Listen
When I lie down to die I hope you make a feathered nest of downy white flicked with silvery gold, and its velvet strands will be enough to cradle my fading heart. When I lie down to die and the last tear slips across my cheek, I hope the doves will gather to coo a melody strung with faded memories into my …
Let Me Tell You a Story…
I've been blogging for a long time. Feels like an eternity. As we all know 3. 5 years = 3,500 in bloggy years. Hopefully by now you've noticed I like to write. I love words. Back in high school I used to look them up in my old dog-eared dictionary for fun on a Saturday night. (I still …
I Wish I Was in Tijuana, Eating Barbequed Iguana in the Sauna
Hey, kids! It's National Poetry Month! Wait -- don't go, come back! Poetry is cool! I swear this will be fun! And mostly painless! Mostly. Here's a short collection of some of my best poetry fails. See, I made sure this was short. So you can enjoy them. Or not. My guess is you won't unless you're drunk. Do …
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Quick, what rhymes with Franco?
The following vlog was inspired by James Franco's poetry reading he recently did for Obama's inauguration. (Franco was very good in Freaks and Geeks, love him.) It's a poem about being a mom. A mom desperate to get through yet another hectic morning without having a nervous breakdown. Watch my video to see if I can make it through …
Beautiful Child
Gasping your first breath on a cold fall day, your hazel eyes greeted my blue. A strand of my hair locked tight in your grasp, I let my heart bleed into yours. We ran together through the scarlet leaves, our dance tinged with memories of gold. You showed me the starry night, the seashell warmed by the sun, the bumpy …
Life is Better with a Pint of Vermont’s Finest
You came to me much like a dream, bold yet sweet, you reigned supreme. One tiny taste and I was sunk, this crazy lust, I willingly drunk. With promises of sugar and spice, I gobbled you up, my wicked vice. Thoughts of you would enter my day, I had to be with you, there was no …
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Ode to an Odor
I thought mine eyes would never see a stench so rank it appeared to me like a green haze, thick as pea soup, it choked my lungs, this foul goop. Whence it came, I could not tell, but it singed my cilia-- What IS this smell?! A farmer's field drenched in manure? A tire factory …
She's A Maineiac 