apple tree
mother of all
dancing
Sunday, 8 April 2012
Friday, 17 February 2012
Down From Heaven
She fell.
She fell far, down onto the earth,
a creature of mist and dreams,
angelic.
She was lost in the ruin
of a house once grand,
a house that lived when Detroit
was king.
They found her, they took her,
this creature of the Otherworld.
Into foster care she went,
into uncaring hands, cruel hands.
Into loving hands, into
homes but never home.
She forgot
she was a creature of dreams
and fell into mist.
Like a child's bubble
in the summer haze, she
shattered.
She fell far, down onto the earth,
a creature of mist and dreams,
angelic.
She was lost in the ruin
of a house once grand,
a house that lived when Detroit
was king.
They found her, they took her,
this creature of the Otherworld.
Into foster care she went,
into uncaring hands, cruel hands.
Into loving hands, into
homes but never home.
She forgot
she was a creature of dreams
and fell into mist.
Like a child's bubble
in the summer haze, she
shattered.
Thursday, 19 January 2012
Into Space
A word I used to hear all the time--freak. As in 'you're a freak,' 'freakface,' 'creepy freak,' 'freaks like you...' It doesn't bother me, not anymore. Not since I became a bird.
Not since I learned to fly.
Crouching low, balanced, sliding downhill. Faster and faster, faster. Staying balanced, arms back. Arms like wings. Going faster, going down. Getting ready, waiting while moving; still while flying down the slope.
Then...
And then, that tiniest sliver in time, the one that says either you will fly or you will crash. The moment the inrun ends and I spring. Into the air, the sky holds me, cushions under my skies, my wings.
And I fly.
Away from gravity, away from those old hurtful words. I AM a freak. I am a bird. I am a ski jumper.
And I can fly.
Not since I learned to fly.
Crouching low, balanced, sliding downhill. Faster and faster, faster. Staying balanced, arms back. Arms like wings. Going faster, going down. Getting ready, waiting while moving; still while flying down the slope.
Then...
And then, that tiniest sliver in time, the one that says either you will fly or you will crash. The moment the inrun ends and I spring. Into the air, the sky holds me, cushions under my skies, my wings.
And I fly.
Away from gravity, away from those old hurtful words. I AM a freak. I am a bird. I am a ski jumper.
And I can fly.
The Golem
Whispered words. The names
of G-d.
Spirit and earth.
Above and below.
Awake
in dreams.
A spark, a breath.
The Golem
becomes Life.
of G-d.
Spirit and earth.
Above and below.
Awake
in dreams.
A spark, a breath.
The Golem
becomes Life.
Friday, 27 May 2011
Tornado
Standing naked before the storm
I could only stare at
the jumble that once been people's lives
and grin helplessly.
Death was quick.
I could only stare at
the jumble that once been people's lives
and grin helplessly.
Death was quick.
Sunday, 24 April 2011
Sunday, 20 March 2011
Microfiction on Freedom
Alone,
except for a river,
A river that led North.
Wade in the river.
Freedom,
her Soul cried.
except for a river,
A river that led North.
Wade in the river.
Freedom,
her Soul cried.
Monday, 24 January 2011
Microfiction
Home was just
the stretch of a hand away.
All she had to do
was trust that
she could walk on water.
Water turned to mist.
the stretch of a hand away.
All she had to do
was trust that
she could walk on water.
Water turned to mist.
Thursday, 20 January 2011
Monday, 10 January 2011
Microfiction
Things that are ugly
are not always so.
Things that are dark
are not always evil.
And a life that is gentle?
The beast embraced the beauty.
are not always so.
Things that are dark
are not always evil.
And a life that is gentle?
The beast embraced the beauty.
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