Hold onto Me

Note: This is not a personal poem. You keep me sane amid the winter’s bite,in between raised webs of scar tissue& sticky streams of blood You keep me warm in this drafty room,using your tender kisses& your fierce hold on me to blot out the chill—the muscles of your biceps & tricepsknotting, bunching, & jumpingContinue reading “Hold onto Me”

a kiss for the robins

on our walk, with snow squeaking underfoot,we pass a yard adorned with a hopping robin. “do you know what you do when you see a robin?dad told me,” my sister tells me. you kiss your thumb,then tap your hands together. I practice the motion of my grandmother:I kiss my thumb, then bump my fists. aContinue reading “a kiss for the robins”

if I lost you

if I lost you,I’d bury myself to the waist in sandalive on the outside, a draining hourglass on the insideI’d ink a little sailboat on the inside of my wristI’d miss your meals of party pizza and pizza rollsI’d miss hearing all of your “boops” instead of “goodbyes”I’d miss your narration as you gamedI’d missContinue reading “if I lost you”

schootch day

you’re tense, darlinga knot knitted below your shoulderbumps up under the skin of your back you’re stiff, dearlet me help you unwindthat spool of yarnyou’ve been looming overever since breakfast (I’ll rub the ache awayjust like I tugged away the knot in your jeans this afternoon;a delight I then sucked at with my drooling mouth)Continue reading “schootch day”

blank page

white screen, blinking cursor. white dotted line, hovering pen. one letter after the other, one syllable follows another, rhyming isn’t my rhythm I tend to clap on the off-beat I prefer the feat of clever rhyming, clapping in-between the beat. it’s unexpected, tripping up the stairs,like tripping over your own words,but you reorganize your sentences,Continue reading “blank page”

shushing snow

shushing snow flutters through the aspens,tiny as pinpricks, light as feathers of blue jays,thick as a cloud of mistheavy as a boulder on the mountaintop white as the ivory keys on the klavierwhite as the incisor in the dirt, covering the earth like a wooly blanket, stark against the darkness coming on,the darkness rolling throughContinue reading “shushing snow”

Leben Blut (Life Blood)

Little stream, so small, so swollen with Gatorade-blue liquid full to the brim of the bank with fresh life blood. Wasser, you give us life in clear cold droplets of your blood Little stream, you are life blood for the scrawny brown doe, life blood for the woman and her tiny child only knee-high withContinue reading “Leben Blut (Life Blood)”

Writer’s Blood

No ink on my body but ink’s in my blood the smudge on my left hand is a badge a tat of ink creased into my skin a sign of the writer’s blood within me. M.B.B.10/28/19

light-bulb trees

the trees glow with light-bulbs swinging down from their branches shimmering with fresh dew,the electricity snapping like twigs.pumpkin spicesfill the autumnal air as old bulbs break and twinkle to the ground the shards litter a carpet of their red, yellow, and orange pieces on the concrete floor, creating a kaleidoscope pathway for urban morning strollers.Continue reading “light-bulb trees”

Afloat

you keep me afloat as we drift through choppy knives of blue-green waters,the sea-salt stinging like a ray you hold my numb hand,thick and calloused at the knuckle, when our small boat takes on icy water, burbling up from a hole in the hull you promise me, “it will be alright,” through the forest’s coldContinue reading “Afloat”

tiny trees

tiny trees listen bending their branches toward the hikers traipsing through the earth, walking the paths carved by nature lovers who took only photos & left only footprints M.B.B.4/9/19