walking four blocks with my mother,
every step an arrival,
every step a reason to praise
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged gratitude, poem, poetry, recovery, walking on August 27, 2017| Leave a Comment »
walking four blocks with my mother,
every step an arrival,
every step a reason to praise
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged healing, love, poem, recovery, slam, thumb on May 16, 2012| 5 Comments »
It hurts worst
in the first few hours,
when the purple
leaps up in the moon
of the nail,
and it pulses, throbs,
how the thumb’s pulp
strains against
the skin’s chapel,
and the wrinkles
erase themselves
as the knuckle swells.
Tell yourself
at least it was
only your thumb.
Tell yourself
it was no one’s fault.
Tell yourself
it is not at all
like the heart.
It will heal.
The hurt
will be gone.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bad mood, poem, poetry, recovery, silence, sound on April 27, 2012| 1 Comment »
No surprise then,
the crash
the splatter
the moans
the tones
all splitting
from whole
to half
the silence
underneath
it all
the eventual
descant—
laugh.