Thursday, April 17, 2014

Day 13

I rarely feel this tired.
I float,
Lift, sink,
Bobble like a balloon with the wind.
Caffeine is my friend,
And a reminder that I need more sleep.
I need to fill my sails
with more than duty and caffeine.
I need more self-love.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Day 12

Sun-glistened cherry blossoms giggle secret newborn flower language.
Passerbys gaze and sigh at Spring's reward for Winter's harshness.
Postpartum elation:
Only the beauty and gift of life matter.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Day 10

"Burma-Shave" style

Breathing deeper
Thinking lesser
Leads to me-er
Then to us-er.


Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Day 5

One Flower
by Jack Kerouc

One flower
   on the cliffside
Nodding at the canyon

iric flower
patches, no less on-
tic than the
granite cliffside,
funneling swirled breezes toward nodding
blossoms, plump with fragrances at-
hirst for winged rendezvous, the

symbiosis transcends their universe, the canyon

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Day 2

Kvasir's Mead. 4th grade escapes.

After recess
Of worn-conjoined-colossal-tires,
buried-chopsticked-telephone-poles and 
pounded-rounded-darkened dirt,
We sit,
In class-now-everland.
Lights off.
Desks cleared.
Minds of kindling, giddy to ignite.
Daylight slinks,
Eavesdropping through closed, unblinded windows.
The gods are here.
Swarming, ancient wilds.
Monstrous things.
Birthings, warrings.
Humans awe, exalt.
Hubris rewards with fresh miseries.
Love, kindness
Still, be wary.