Friday, August 19, 2016


She hears a child
crying in the night

she lies still, listening

perhaps a cat
mating or fighting
their eerie calls
float in the air

Perhaps the wind
through the old chimney chutes

An animal
caught in a trap

Strange sensations

Her body quivers

There again, there again

The room spins

She reaches out into darkness

Nothing to cling to


she touches her face

touches tears


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Sunday, August 14, 2016


What is real?
If there is anything at all
it might be found in thoughts
of wishes unfulfilled or
scattered days of old
or a future ready to unfold
and when we are aware if
we are bold
we can always go
make those wishes


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