The Caged Bird, with audio
Sings louder uncaged in streetsProving a dream deferred doesExplode.Yes, we have found the answerTo a question thatNeverShouldHaveNeededAsking.But Hughes didBecause it didNeed asking.Now we know…The caged bird…
Pause. One (with audio)
Pause. The words have been mine,So much my own they tire me.I can breathe, others cannot and soAnd so…My words tire me; hear others’ wordsTo let…
A Quartet and an Epitaph
Turn your head and… Some days the past comes Breaking the fourth wall Grabbing me by the balls Telling me to turn my head And spit.…
I Wake Screaming
Beep beep beep punctuates the evening rituals – story, snack, teeth, songs – the red light releases my security to someone, somewhere else. In the comfort…
I Wake Laughing
I wake laughingFinally, everyone in on the joke, my dream shakes my belly and I wakeLaughing. Not screaming as has beenThe case. Good. I wake laughing.I…
Listening to Alabama Shakes, Drinking a GnT, a poem inspired by Brittany Howard
After a couple of weeks mulling it over, this week’s article on the fierce and brave Brittany Howard in the New Yorker put me over the…
I Don’t Remember, following Joy Ladin’s “Forgetting” in April 2020, Poetry. A Poem.
I Don’t Remember Just let me forget, blankness be okay, the page be empty as I wish to be right now, as I am. Hollow for…
Kula Trilogy, three poems written during my first 30 day Yoga with Adreine journey (Original)
Along this path Along this path, over winter, limbs, Branches and whole trees fell. It looks as though this has been Happening for years, some logs…
Trouble Found Me
Turns out I had been it’s lighthouse, Not the rocks I thought I’d guided It away from. No. My safe harbor Mocked bell bottoms and Dixie…
Birch Staff, a poem by Stephen Fuller
By my side, the birch staff, Ready for agency To move the burning brush or To help me up the hill One more time The readiness…
