My milk sea
Of hope
Smooth and breathless
Waiting
For the first
Finger bone
Of the broken dawn
Category: Poetry
Wake Wander Wish
Wake
Wander
Wish
Then be still
And listen
To the whispers
Floating
And remember
Your dream wings
My Stony Moon
My stony moon sleeps
and dreams of
perfect waves
crashing
in the raw season
A Better Mess
A better mess
A perfect cyclone
tendril climbing from
the mother cloud
to lick
the salt
of a slow lazy dream
A Tiny Poem
My stony moon sleeps
and dreams of
perfect waves
crashing
in the raw season
A Poem
A better mess
A perfect cyclone
tendril climbing from
the mother cloud
to lick
the salt
of a slow lazy dream
"Nothing Gold Can Stay"
Sunrise over Wright Quad
Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Mine.
Karen Green’s Bough Down
I got this from the library and read it and reread it and then I didn’t want to give it back, so I bought my own copy.
Box of Words
A Poem a Day…
Body Sonnets
I. Credibility
from Rachel Dilworth’s The Wild Rose Asylum
I’ve been reading a metric shit ton of poetry this month. July was Camp NaNoWriMo, and this time around I elected to write a poem a day. So I’ve been reading and writing and writing and reading. Rachel Dilworth’s The Wild Rose Asylum is absolutely heartbreaking. It’s about the Magdalen laundries in Ireland. Dilworth received a Fulbright scholarship to travel to Ireland, where she conducted research for the book.
I also read Nicole Cooley’s The Afflicted Girls, about the Salem Witch Trials. It, too, is heartbreaking.
red paper boat 