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Tag Archives: sad
I Remember
I remember trying, spending time in the mirror and inspecting my walk, striding towards then away, pulling in my stomach, never admitting to lip hair removal. Trying to learn eyeliner and to walk in new shoes. I remember when it … Continue reading
A Day of Bones
A day of bones a day of bones and breaking sticks and stones… A day of lying undetected under hot sand and bleaching. A day of being still and being hungry and hunted and sorry… for in the sand you … Continue reading
Sad Girl
“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in … Continue reading
Fold
The path was tricky ruts and rocks and roller coaster turns but we pledged to make the journey together in sickness and in football season the and perpetual misunderstandings of “jealous” bosses…. Three wonderful blossoms bloomed in an otherwise … Continue reading
Wings of Stone
Turned to stone not from looking behind but by looking ahead daring to dream to break from the form poured into believing that with as little as a mustard seed she would succeed until the iron gate clanged shut with finality … Continue reading
Dumpling Girl
dumpling girl fat & sad lumbers across the floor slips her eyes past mirrors or windows… trying to be invisible trying to be deaf to snickers or oinking noises no pictures please “it’s just a matter of self control.” thanks. … Continue reading
Chimera Poetry 