All the words are written
I love reading poetry. Poetry makes me remember to breathe when everything is dark. Poetry slides my heart delicately from beneath my skin and stabs it bleeding onto the page. Continue Reading →
Tag Archives: poetry
The Time Traveler’s Wife
I’d love to say I hated it. So many people told me I would love it, and I usually rebel when that happens, and refuse to give it a chance. (ie Continue Reading →
She will not go quietly
Apologies for not posting. I haven’t felt up to much. Last week my cat Cleo passed away. Her death was unexpected and unexplained. She was with me since she was Continue Reading →
Occupation: Poet
When I die (or, if I dare hope, before) I want to have a Wikipedia entry like James K Baxter’s. Specifically, I want that tiny little line on the right-hand Continue Reading →
I think I’m in love
With this man: Dashing, isn’t he? That aristocratic nose, that intense gaze. But seriously. Lord Alfred Tennyson has stolen my heart completely. Specifically, it’s his thirteen hundred line poem, Maud, Continue Reading →
My grandmother was a writer
It sounds like a good title for a book. My Grandmother was a Writer. But it’s also true. She was prolific, until her fingers got so twisted with arthitis she Continue Reading →
Moths
Four small moths pressed against the outside of the window silver grey triangles The light is on in the hallway they want it they think it is a moon drawing Continue Reading →
I’m not giving this post or poem a title, because like my dad I don’t think art should be named. It should be about what the person receiving it thinks Continue Reading →