Tag: spoken word poetry
When the Afternoon Drowsy Befalls
Something like adrenaline rushes ‘neath the skin that is, slow pumps, quiet, from the heart of the loud living vessel of artEast to west and up then down one might happen to see a frown but really it’s nothing: only body-spirit simply not matching A wish to be one with the wind, cold, against another’s…
Alarm
So, you get up. The thing is there pulling you back down the lush covers. It’s on you, and also around shadowing, weighing down. It’s seven-thirty, you think, or eight? Five? Four? Probably your fourteenth snooze or something. It’s sunny and bright and blooming spring outside and yet you feel absolutely nothing. So then you…
Painted Water
My window frames a painting of gray rain clouds ashes of bodies of water restless souls moving swiftly as I stare… drops of them falling… slowly… deliberately returning to the earth water the heavy clouds could contain no more—flowing, running-off back to the bigger bodies lakes, rivers, oceans, seas then the sun would shine and…