merrow (day 87)

dawn approaches and I know i must resurface. swimming from ocean depths, dreams entangling like strands of seaweed, with a splash, i begin to wake. i rise slow, hindered by heaviness, i clothe to mask my true self, prickling from its texture against my slick skin. breathing in the strange air, i…

The Poetry Process

This year I have challenged myself to write a poem a day. My challenge was in response to a challenge my mother began in 2016, and continued this year, to produce a drawing a day. Poetry seemed a more suitable challenge to me. This morning I completed day 86 on my morning…

day 86

spring now fully in session flowering trees overwhelmed by blooms some petals falling due to the burden of their beauty wildflowers sprung up from the ground alertly following the sun decorating random patches of grass with splotches of color earth now raucous with festive sounds as birds, crickets, and toads swap stories…

arise (day 85)

darkness engulfed the beauty of the light; despairing its loss, some abandoned hope, others colluded with the night, while a few held true the beautiful remained, deeply hidden from view awaiting its time to shine once again thus the few were not startled when its brilliance burst forth their hearts remained open…

day 84

sleep still possesses me as i obligingly take my walk; like a fugitive it escaped, for hours in the night while i wrestled with bed covers, helplessly trying to recapture night’s elusive slumber. at last it returned unannounced, slipping in like a hand in a pocket, pulling me deep into dream’s abyss…