as the dust settles after the penny has dropped I feel a stillness that has eluded me for far too long denied me for too long thwarted me everytime I’ve reached for it and even in my grasp it promises nothing it tells me nothing it leaves me a silence that I am to make my own it leads to make peace with myself
Category Archives: words
welcoming
and i dance with her and i dance with my daughter and i sing to my son and dance with him as well and i move through the house my home and i listen to the song and i feel moved and i move and i listen and i dance with them each in turn and i sing to them each in turn and i am trying to tell them something about what i am feeling by what i am listening to and although the words are not mine i try to sing them to make them my own and i try to fit my body into the rhythm between them and i am home it feels like i am home it feels like they finally are welcoming me home
across the divide
the burnt offerings of her heart like shark’s teeth blackened by selfish anger and the skins of snakes left abandoned on your doorstep. you try to fit the ashes together into a coherent whole but instead breathe in the soot of all that you were and could’ve been. old. older. sitting by the window along the highway watching cars skid through the onramp as hubcaps shot out and clanged against the curb. tears welled up in your eyes because you knew even then that your innocence was gone, you were already gone and it was only going to get worse. remorse without regret, regret without remorse, or something else entirely? he had married your mother just before thirty and all this violence that you now are has been rearing it’s head since you did as well. when will he stop dying? when will you learn to live peacefully and without pain? an accumulation of wounds and the wounded, of guilt and clenched teeth, the rage goes on indefinitely and your children grasp at your fists to make them into hands to hold across the divide.
ruiner. faker.
there has to be a way to rebuild a future and pick and choose pieces of the past. did i not say this already, i didn’t i say this before? didn’t i wish for this? i’ve destroyed so much. ruiner. faker. crippled. how to begin again, how to begin without a beginning? nonsense, pebbles in the mouth, dirt between teeth. mumbler. liar. stain. carved out, hollow, even in your son’s eyes, looking at you for something, looking for anything. your daughter on the other hand sees delight, your daughter calls you, your daughter hugs you impulsively. dreamer. believer. hope.
scissor slice mouth
the scissor slice of her mouth
scorched earth
scorched earth policy of blowtorches and napalm and self destruction of burning bridges and never looking back of my spine set aflame and hot whispers scathed across my mouth and I spin wildly like a top seeking purchase some smooth surface to cool my heels
the chill is black over ripened skin
the chill is black over ripened skin flayed open with maggots and caked blood. like the word on your lips as it cracks across your tongue and breaks your teeth. had i not been ruined, had i not been. i heave out morsels from the pit of my stomach and stuck between the gum and cheek with a measure of bile like no other. green and red, chunks of forgetting, longing, a sense of gained ground pitched over a porcelain bowl, flushing it all away to stand up again.
the weeping of a widow-house
broken-shells along finger-spines for word-stems like the tongue-dry feel of your ever-mouth. how much longer the sun-black? twist-corn inversion of marrow-splint, a something-more lost, a some-less-more forgotten-kind, a sad-sad-fire-anger, like the weeping of a widow-house. and i-there, and i-stare, and i-crackling, kindle-ash scattered ever-nowhere.
as her mother leaves
as her mother leaves she has to wonder what monsters lurk for her in the dark, in the light of day, in her home, in the eyes of her husband who has betrayed her. she wonders what lies ahead for the rest of her life now, watching him place the suitcases into the back of the car, her daughter rambling about around them, feeling a slight sense of nausea go through her. here she is, alone, and there he is, nothing he ever was, only an ever was. he turns to her, sees her watching him and he would smile for her if he didn’t already know all the damage he had done.
when cornered
you know nothing of me you will never know me look all you want search all you want you will never know you do not want to ever know the rage i hide behind this thick skin the instinct to protect what’s mine after all that has been taken from me i will protect this i will mutilate myself i will scar myself until the outside matches the inside to keep them safe from the devil within me from the infection i was and am and always will be from the sickness that cracks the world in me into rust and bleeding and puss and garden shears struck through pried palms and tongues frozen on barbed wire fences and tires burning thick black plumes into nostrils cleaved open you do not know the lengths i have gone through over nothing what i’ve done to anyone when nothing even mattered but here and now with all that i have left i will gouge you all i will render you all i will bare my teeth and i will howl and i will show you the sort of animal i truly am when cornered and nothing that ever threatened my own in this world will be safe from harm