Entry 8619- All my friends are lonely / Pt. 1

Notes from the inside This inner world; We show each other these as best as we can, Trying not to miss anything important If I’m not paying attention, You may slip. I can’t catch you If I don’t know Where you’ve gone, inside. We rescue ourselves and This is understood, But the fact that I…

Entry 7/1/19 — The Air Between Us

“I will sing while you croak, I will dance over your dirty corpse…” And the story of Tania’s cunt Four men came on the train, Two talking about “God is good” and the other pair flung their weight into the corner seats, across the way from each other. The others were whispering “God is good”…

The White Rose of the Tarot

The white rose in tarot is shown on 2 cards of the major arcanum: the Fool and Death. The Fool follows his bliss, with the white rose of purity and innocence in his outstretched left hand. Death carries a banner emblazoned with the symbol of the white rose, signifying purification through transformation (also in his…

Entry, after a long while: In the empty

Not another sad poem I don’t want to write another Lost-in-the-night-of-my-soul, Moonlight to guide me, But the heavy’s getting old, Down by the river, Numbing my feet in the water Waiting for “you’ll get used to it” to come That, or hiding In the sun of my memory Kind of poem. But it’s all I…

Entry 12.20.16 – The trickster effect and a new year

The past meets me at my doorstep, in the mirror, in a crowd of faces, in the playlist on shuffle- yesterday sings to me. I’ve searched for new sounds, but I’m not immune to the siren call I knew so well- this disturbs me, ever slightly. This interruption means the trickster Mercury is at the…

Entry 112016 – He’s so tired and I stand by

My love, he’s so tired and I stand by, face facing the wet pavement, I know what the sky looks like. But the weight made my head heavy, my neck aches All I have is my heart in my pocket, out of sight, to not be a bother, a burden because he will care. He…

Entry 111916 – Flowers in the dark of night

We are all much like flowers in the dark of night, awaiting the arrival of the sun, beneath natural forces, yet of it all. Soaking up hungrily, drinking giddily, what we can from what we’ve grown. Rooted, we are no different from the earth beneath us. We may raise our heads to worship above- the…

Entry 111216- You like a good show

The first to congratulate the one who does a fine trick, Your concept of quality (you proudly proclaim it as such) is quantity wrapped in a bow, sir. They do put on a good show, I’ll give you that. I’d give you more, if you could see what was before you instead of looking above,…

Entry 102716 – Music on the hill 

My grandmother told me, She said, her mother, Ruth, sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee warming her hands, waiting for her husband to come home and kiss her and tell her good things. Oh, how she loved to be told good things. Her sons all went about their business- tumbling in the…

Entry 91515 – Devil in Shadow

The devil follows me He makes pacts with my shadow I stand by helplessly, I stay away So he stays away from you Have mercy, For he does not The rivers call, but I stay dry They renew, a reminder of my old self The waters rush by, caressing rocks, carrying fish and fallen leaves,…