Cookie Face

Hello cookie face
with those blue
eyes filled with sunshine
and hair standing up
like a squirrels tail

Sesame Street on the little
black TV
in the kitchen, see
the redwood tree
and the birds nesting
in the gutter

The shapes between the leaves
are like the clouds
floating magically in the sky;
shape shifting into stars,
elephants, mermaids, castles….

Four different wallpapers,
no doors on the cupboards
stacks of “how to cook…”
and phonebooks

The grey doorframes
the grey carpets
everything is grey with dust;
dust upon dust
like frosting

Eyes of blue grey
sag closed
into the blackness
hearing the chatter of puppets
and the creak of the highchair

Crumbs on the floor
grease on the stove
stickers on the fridge
burnt out bulbs
unmade beds
growing mildew
chipped plates
stacks of dirty clothes
moldy bread
clogged toilets
socks on the floor
torn curtains
missing buttons
dripping faucets
tarnished silver
splintered wood…

“Thanks for watching…”
knock, knock, knocking
of little fists
squealing between budding teeth
Cookie Face

Dog Pee in the Sea

the sand under our toes
shifts and sinks in the cold
waves

I let mine wiggle in the
gritty soup

you wore tennis shoes
you dope

my jeans our wet
and my Crocs
dangle at my sides

the sea
caresses me,
wanting me to
come closer

you stand off
like a guard,
hands in your pockets
your eyes hiding
under sunglasses

come to me,
it isn’t cold anymore
my feet are numb

my eyes are closed,
sing with me,
humming a made up tune
the wind carries it
and makes it mute

the feet pull out with
a sloppy plop
and I walk like
a dancer on
the shore,
toe to heel

following, dodging sheets
of waves,
the rocks are shiny and slick
slowing growing smaller

I think I’m sunburnt,
and I keep thinking
about dog pee
in the sea

Deep

I know I haven't written in a while but life just seems to get in the way of writing anything creative, especially because I'm severely depressed. Life is just changing so quickly, to the point where I'm losing my insurance and have to make some complex adult decisions. What really sucks in I can't move out of my parents house and just
try to live my own life. It really is counterproductive to creativity when you live with your parents, I just don't know what to do with life, especially when I have barley lived it.

So I'm glad I finally wrote something down. I think it's a reflection of what I'm feeling and it's been very hard to do that, especially when I'm still frantically searching for my missing cat Pie http://www.missingpie.blogspot.com Here is the website if you want to help me find him or just want to know whats up.

Anyway I really do need to start writing again and wouldn't mind hearing some feedback, even if it is just you saying Hi, I just need a nice hi right now.

Thanks.


My soul is a cave
dark, quiet,
sunlight is unknown

Like water,
everything is still
ebbing away at the walls
dripping down solid cones

There is life here,
blind, surviving
on the black quiet

Light will come
through the cracks
slowly creeping
its cautious beams

But everything is blind,
stiff and cold,
barley living in
the pitch

Digging deeper
into the earth
my breath will hide

Fearing the suns rays
raging above
my thick skin

Surviving
in the deep.

Earth Mother-Beginning

The baby cried, cried and cried on the mountain, into the twilight lit sky sinking into the violet darkness. She heard the calls from deep within the earth and she knew what the cries said, she knew every language of the earth. The babe was hungry, cold and afraid, stretching her arms roots lifted and boulders rolled aside as she crept below the dirt rising slowly to reveal a pregnant female figure. She was always pregnant because the earth was always giving birth to new forms of life and this newborn wiggled and wailed before her mud brown stomach.
Her arms, like vines, stretched down to pick up the baby, she knew she could not feed it; her breasts were full of sap not milk, so she called to the wind to send her the goats of the mountain. They came to her and she commanded them to giver up their milk, because in her arms was her mortal child. Bleating in protest she promised them no death would come to them until this babe was weaned so they agreed and circled the earth goddess.
She knelt and drank all the goat’s milk until her breasts ached with the heaviness, blessing each one and their future kids she bid them leave until she called again. The cold babe suckled on her breast and the goddess thought about where they should live and remembered the cave hidden behind thick grass and bush. It was dark inside and out of the cave so she bid light come and it lit the dank and revealed a dry earthy space. A stone bed, table and chair lifted though the ground and the goddess removed the dirty cloth from the babe.
It was a girl, with a snake like scar on her back, “So this is why they cast you to the hills, have they forgotten about me?” Her face twisted into disgust and the roots tightened with her anger. She kissed the babe and lied with her whispering, “They will remember the power they have forgotten and you will be my messenger a warrior daughter.”

Thinking about Doing a Podcast

I've been writing for a long time, since childhood, and lately it's been really difficult to keep myself motivated. Then I thought to invent a podcast in order to keep myself on my toes and have my poetry and stories out there on the air. It would keep me writing and let me know how much I suck.

Dragon

The dragon poem I wrote, edited since the 2000 publication
The air around me is think with heat
and has a sulfur taste.
I turn around and see the dragon;
my sword falls with an empty
sound.

No roar of hatred
or warning flames,
just a glare
from his diamond eyes
of peace
beckoning me.

I am not afraid;
watching his scales gleam
the moonlight
into a rainbow
of jewels, gold and silver
clinging to his breast,
making it an armor
as fine as a crown.

Wings of velvet blood
touch as mountains
reaching for the starry sky.
How and why my king
wanted this beauty destroyed,
is memory.

Suddenly a claw reached
and grabbed me.
My screams pierced
the hallow halls
and I looked atop
a wood of horns
becoming a queen.

Down into barren,
twisted tunnels
until finally into
the cool night sky
where the stars
twinkle with laughter.

I look and see the earth
my home
so tiny compared
to the new world up here
in the clouds,
but they keep their secrets
even as the wind whispers
through my hair.

Fairy Glen

The firelight dances upon the rocks
and people sleep within their homes,
but the fairies are wide-awake
until the sun has shown.

They dance about on the air
with wings that sparkle from the moon
and their joyous voices ring about,
for the night shall be over soon.

Fireflies ring about the glen,
shedding light onto the ground,
and the fairies dance without
the fear of being found.

Feet of light grace move about
across the grassy plain,
leaving nothing to show
for any human that might of came.

Dancing stops, voices mute,
the light is early in the sky,
and fairies turn to run
until the next night when light has died.