The Suburbs

An army of lawnmowers Trim grass to perfect lengths Same time every Saturday Don’t be late Or the neighbors will wonder why you’re Out synch with the rest of us Our kids play just within our grasps Don’t stray too far The only safety lies within the bounds Of our streets where all the houses …

Haiku Challenge #Ronovan Writes

It has been a while since I've participated in #RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Challenge, or any challenge for that matter, but here I am. This week the prompt words are Web and Weave. Please be sure to stop by Ronovan's Blog and visit the comment section for links to the other poets and bloggers participating …

Live On

Photo by Anthony on Pexels.com Spring brings new growththough it’s hard to find lifebeneath a barren landscapestill dotted with patches of snowand damp clusters of last year’s dead leavesI shiver as an icy March windwhips through skeletal trees They are goneTaken by the harsh winter windsNever to return with the springNever to feel the summer …

Bodies

It was never truly mi I wrote the following piece to express the way I've been feeling lately, and have often felt at various points during my life in regards to my physical body. As I've previously written on this blog, I've struggled in the past from disordered eating and obesity. I can remember from …

Skinsuit Season

I awake exhausted From a languid night And the long day that threatens Eyes too blurry from the past To focus on today Absentmindedly, I lotion Skin that stretches to accommodate My sins My moods My memories The heat is unbearable But I wear this blanket of shame to keep me in To keep you …