Daily and nightly, there is a scream lodged in my throat. It makes my throat sore and my chest feel hollow. To release it would physically hurt me.
This scream causes anxiety and is crazy-making. It is a silent scream, for now. Releasing it could possibly kill me.
Leaves that lept from the tree
Lie dreaming of spring breezes
Which they will feel no more
In the courtyard, ravens sitting on the backs of seven white lawn chairs circling a white table. Waiting for lunch.
Our mother’s anger
Blood on our legs and backsides
With scars in our souls
Written July 15, 2011
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Last night in my backyard
The wind traveled high
Danced in the top of tall trees
While shorter trees stood perfectly still
I want to dine on the balcony of a city apartment on a street by the sea.
Seasoned sea scallops
Sparkling mineral water
Green avocado
March and April given
To Goldberg’s writing practice
Lost my ability to poem
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Wrote in July, 2021, after taking a Zoom class with Natalie Goldberg. Wrote two versions. See below.
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Spring wild mind given
To Goldberg’s writing practice
Lost my poeming mind
Gestures, expressions
Convey a different message
Truthfulness questioned
Walking the unstraight path offers divine beauty and space for thriving.
Photo of my front walk taken after a rain in summer 2021.
When animals are sick, they stop moving, stop socializing, and stop eating. Give them plenty of love because many times love can heal. I am worried about The Big Boy, a neighborhood stray. He doesn’t easily warm up to love.
My daughter and her friend haven’t seen him since July 4th. I truly wish fireworks were still illegal for individuals. They are dangerous on several levels.
Later, Miss Slater 