portals in your eyes
take me to soft fields
where it smells
like after rain
where it glows
amber and you
blend right in
and somehow
are gone
mustering up the
electricity to feel
something
the calling
the cocoon
the nothing at all
digging for an
opportunity
not to search
but find
and then
lose
thinking about
washing
it all away?
watching
it all away?
float like my thoughts
wrapped in
a blanket of cloud
making u-turns
around stars
wishing
it all away
I flip a coin that lands
on heads
and drink
from your well
Time Travel
23 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
Airborne
02 Dec 2017 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: 100wordgroup, 100words, ancestors, earth, forward, life, love, mother, perseverance, personal, physical, poem, poetry
turned around
facing
the other
way
moving
in some
direction
i
press on
with
arrows pointing
towards
me
run through
the vines
that once
tripped me
fly over
my
grandmother’s
grave
and
mother’s
face
tumble
and tuck
become
one
with
rock
with
earth
cartwheel
down
ex lovers’
spines
until
i no longer
see
the
green
of
vines
honey bee
15 Nov 2016 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: 100wordgroup, 100words, bee, body, buzz, evergreen, eyes, flower, honeybee, personal, poem, poetry, romance, shine, story, sun
i see those
Bright Blue
29 Jun 2016 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: 100wordgroup, blue, bodies, bright, brightblue, colors, flesh, freewrite, glitter, hands, humans, intimacy, life, lips, love, morning, personal, physical, poem, poetry, relationship, romance, sex, skin, sparkle, sun, sunrise, touch
follow my
lines
curve of my
hips
thin gold silver
light
bounces off
thighs
glitter sheen
sparkle
curve of your
lips
swimming over
underneath
waves in your
eyes
flesh on flesh
feel of
your shoulders
against mine
cut into me
like the sun
through the
blinds
at dawn
you are cool
as morning
dew
hands float
down my
back
bone
lips on my
neck
color of
you
bright bright blue
leave me
at sunrise
but never
alone
bright blue
The Painter
23 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: 100wordgroup, bleedingink, blue, earth, green, humans, ink, life, pen, personal, poem, poetry, trees, writer, writing
Spring Cleaning
07 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: cleaning, colors, daughter, dirt, dress, forgiveness, humans, maternal, mother, mud, personal, poem, poetry, red, relationships, rise, seasons, spring, summer, surrender, white
and turned them red just like her lips
i scrubbed for days
wearing
Washing Up
11 Jan 2016 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: blood, clean, daughter, death, digging, dirty, earth, fish, hands, heart, humans, life, love, mother, personal, poem, poetry, red, relationships
my hands are dirty
I’ve been
digging
hit bone, hit earth,
hit rock, hit bone
You are gone
deep in Earth’s
core,
away from the
center
of my heart
You are dead
my hands
are dirty
I’ve been
cleaning
up your
blood
from the rug
Red finger tips
like my mother’s
lipstick
I thought I was her
then there was
you
consuming me
like a
fresh
catch
I bit the bait
but never bled
19 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
if ever you find a woman who resembles poetry, head wrapped in metaphors— heart warm like morning coffee, do not hesitate. ask for a lifetime. spend it unapologetically.
inhale the universe inside her skin.
this is home.
a passionate woman is worth the chaos.
Stream of Consciousness (unedited)
25 Nov 2015 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: clouds, colors, life, mother, motherdaughter, personal, poem, poetry, streamofconsciousness, towers, twins, writing, writinggroup
everything else blurs away like white static from televisions when i was growing up and september 11th happened and my mother’s face and the gray, so much gray. how did i find her after so many scenes and rituals and deep breaths? i found her standing right across from me at the wake, there were flowers swallowing up the room i was there, reading about nanny and everyone had tears in their eyes because it was so well written and beautiful and i missed her more than ever when i read about my sicilian grandmother, ancestor who shared my blue blue veins. i’ve been writing so much about my mother and the seasons and change, that i think real change is floating away from me before my very eyes and it’s scary, as scary as the gray, as the blue. soon it’ll be mother’s day again this year and i will think about how alive she is on paper but invisible in reality and wonder if she will read my book about her the day it gets published or will it sit on her kitchen counter while she dusts around it?
you are rainbow, all the dim colors of night and i am still here waiting for woman with red lipped smiles and pointed eyebrows i watched you tweeze them in the mirror so many times behind but you looked away glass and pantyhose sheer black your perm looked at me with wide eyes and its curls puffed up at me almost like a cat who’s ready to attack. i ran away and never came back but you returned night after night in the glass mirror.
Indigo Sun
04 Nov 2015 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: ancestors, blue, bones, burn, burning, chapbook, daughter, fire, heat, humans, indigo, life, maternal, mother, motherdaughter, olive, personal, photo, poem, poetry, pores, prose, relationships, sadness, skin, sky, sun, sunshine, sweat, veins
The sun burns my skin. It is hot, strong, and smells of fire. I cook, I bake, I let the rays from the sky shoot into my pores. I sweat. I burn, I tan. I am bronze, I am olive, the color of my grandmother, the color of my ancestors.
I look down at my blue veins, the same ones which run along my mother’s thin hands. The blood inside pumps, thick with vengeance, thick with the sadness that I try to escape from. I fail. It lies deep in my connective tissue. Indigo lines connect to my heart, connect me to her.
The sky is aquamarine, with cotton clouds that float effortlessly. I try to look up, but the sun blinds my eyes. As a kid, I tried to look at the sun for as long as I could stand. I was amazed by the fire, the light, the burn. The heat warmed my chilled bones.
Somewhere, Lil is looking up at the same sky and looking down at these same veins.
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