Monday, December 26, 2011

Hot morning--

hot morning
sudden silence
the cars' muted rush ceases
wind's breath
warm and moist
and a single brown
feather
barely an inch long
spins and swoops
hanging by an invisible thread
from the still green tree

8/21/01

Monday, December 19, 2011

Gladioli--

gladioli
thick
textured
color

7/4/99

(What? I like gladioli. Say it five times fast...)

Monday, December 12, 2011

I see--

I see
fingers pointing
they point at me
I think
I see
them laughing
at me I think
I want to crawl and hide
but then I find
my shell is shattered
I stand outside
a circle
peering in
but when I look
to flee inside myself
I find
I am an outcast
even
within

2-23-1998

(Ooo, genuine teen angst! See, I had a normal childhood!)

Monday, December 5, 2011

I like--

I like the feel of a pencil
smooth
knobby
gliding scratchily
across the page

5/30/98