Sunday, February 28, 2010

Snowfall - 2009

Snowfall is so silent
it deafens the ears
as its solitude descends
the landscape disappears

it's nothing like
the pitter patter of the rain
the splish splash
or the
rat a tat tat
on the window pane

if it didn't erase
everything it touched
we wouldn't even know
what came down while we were sleeping
slippery
silent
snow

Friday, February 19, 2010

Instinct - 2/4/10

then there's just one thing
i'm sure i never knew
but here we are in 2010
so where does that leave you?

i've been pretending like
leaving you
didn't feel like rejection
i've been hiding in the shadow
of hurt and deception

i'm a woman scorned
and a woman burned
and running from that house ablaze
was no act of consciousness
or strength
or pride
that was instinct
saving my life

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

You Say - written today

you say
I can hear the street traffic from your window
the skidding tires
the raucous horns
the growl of the accelerator
I say
well i'm just glad to know
i'm not the only one
going somewhere

you say
I can hear a baby screaming
in the apartment next door
wailing and moaning
I feel vibrations in the floor
I say
well it’s nice to know
I’m not the only one
who cries

you say
I can see the remnants of other people’s days
when I walk down your street
bare chicken wing bones
used metrocards
sunflower seed shells
I say
well there’s the proof
that we are alive

you say
people in this town don’t walk
they run
and more often than not
it’s into me
or over me
I say
that’s science
atoms and particles collide
to make life

you say
I don’t know how you do it
I could never live the life you lead
I say
I like knowing other people live in this world
aside from me

Monday, February 15, 2010

Back to the Blog

I've been away from the blog and away from the country. I got back from being away but haven't wrapped my head around getting back to my life and the blog. I'll be posting some new things in coming days and weeks. I've been doing a lot of thinking and self reflecting and sometimes it's best not to share that internal work. Anyway, back now and will be sharing some new writings soon, but here's an old one for now.

The Crowd 7/22/99 (at 17)

Here is what
they need...
sharp smiles, angular at best,
in the crowd a subtle jeer,
a bad joke,
another hot towel to drape over
their eyes
a clique to base an identity upon
i want
them
want them to see
how much they will not mean to me.