Can you capture a person in a handful of stories? Summarize a life in a few anecdotes? If our experiences are the threads that weave our lives, and tell tales turns back wheel of time, Do we continue to exist when the yarn is spun?
Spinning the Yarn
Category: Poems
A Close Life
In a quiet little town-close enough to the coast to look for seaglass in summer. Is a cozy little house-close enough to the woods to watch the leaves change in fall. With a few good neighbors-close enough to share baked goods and gossip in winter. Who sit around a fire-close enough to imagine the warmth … Continue reading A Close Life
Alphabet Soup
My mind is a bowl of alphabet soup. A mess of mental health diagnoses- reach in and pull out a spoonful. Arrange the letters to guess the imbalance that keeps me in vertigo a single cooling blow and I dive into the bowl.
Emboldend Color
I used to be afraid of color. Afraid that if I dressed to bright, or wore my makeup to bold that everyone would see the person hiding behind the mask of curated neutrality.
I Am a Woman
I am a woman- not just a womb. I can create with my love, but also create with my hands. I can build, and grow, and shape, and make; I am prolific as the Earth. I am a woman- not just a potential mother. I have a heart full of love. And I do love … Continue reading I Am a Woman
Snow Petals
The storm covered much of the country- a last cry of clinging winter. Snow lighted on half-bloomed buds and winds shook the branches of the cherry tree until soft petals and snowflakes danced together toward the ground.
It’s not about the tattoo
It's not about the stupid tattoo. Just like it wasn't about the party he skipped, or the ranch he never took me to, or the Valentines date he let his best friend crash. It isn't about the birthday left uncelebrated, or the coffee dates I arranged, or the parties I planned, hosted and cleaned up … Continue reading It’s not about the tattoo
March 28th: Elegy of a last wish
I had a dream last night. A terror, a nightmare, vision, or just a dream. A dream about him, about me, about us, and about her- She is always a subcurrent in such dreams. In my dream, we were standing face-to-face. For the first time in 4 years, we were together. Even in my dreams … Continue reading March 28th: Elegy of a last wish
The Kind of Couple We Were
We would be eating pie right now. That's the kind of couple we were. Snipping like grandparents, teasing like kids. Sharing and stealing our slices in turn. That old Village Inn, with its peeling paint and faded sign, Has been replaced by a pizza joint. But that's what memories do- Change. Four years ago we … Continue reading The Kind of Couple We Were
Book Hoard
books on the sofa, my bed, strewn across the kitchen table, and stacked on the window's ledge. Pages turned and marked haphazardly with bookmarks, paper scraps, folded book covers, and even pens. Left open like a half-finished thought- read at varying paces. Just one is never enough. half-read books stored in many places.
Bringing.Mae.Flowers 