tendril
gathering thoughts
in the dark morning
sputtering rain
outpacing the heartbeat
waking with a tendril
afraid to move
for fear of losing it
what was that phrase?
it had been perfect!
now it was a garbled mess
with opening hands
the tendril
was free to roam
she quaked
throwing the coat over a chair
throwing propriety right out the fucking door
bourbon burning a memory in her throat
she unfurled what was kept in a tight coil
all day
stripping bare
she closed her eyes and danced
swaying gently at first
slowly with her hips
keeping time
her heavy breasts
marking an aching rhyme
her lower lip
in her teeth
she felt the beat
moving more forcefully, righteously
she took over the room
in a primal flash
she was all and nothing
she held answers with no questions
the chair was empty
but she was not
the music quieted and faded to nothing
but her thrumming continued
as the very room quaked with her
for her
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My first published book coming soon!!
I will be publishing my first book of poetry very soon. “Rum and Remembrance” will be offered as both an ebook and a printed version. Details will be forthcoming. I’m very excited!
I’m lost
the taste has faded
my mouth is stale
my face is covered in dried, crusty tears
it’s chilly in the house now
very quiet
there’s a light snow covering the ground
muffling even the deer’s footsteps
I’m lost
don’t know where to turn
the one candle I’ve lit
is hard to take
it hurts my eyes
will it always be this way
will I always feel empty
rattling abandoned like a ghost
in a house whose shadows keep me company
the creaks and moans echoing voices I sometimes catch
whispering dirges in spring, awaiting winter
I want to sing along to the strange tunes
but there are no words
for mists and dirges
as they creep through me and the old house
lost, we’re lost, abandoned
The Word Rummager 