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Across My Coffee
Catherine
as I breathe across my coffee on no ordinary winter’s day I decipher games that blizzards play revealed in noise, whipped by contrast uneven tempos, wilder still gusting rattles, dull inhospitable bites and I am... More »
It is, It isn't
Catherine
there was a dream each breath, ah yes the air had qualities (qualities) inhaling brought me skyward and I couldn’t decide eyes open or eyes closed? but the welling surged, like laughter posing a question... More »
Long Halls
Catherine
a poem of memories and a building the long halls only echoed after midnight when enough silence had pressed in from the dense night air and each footfall preceded and receded me mocked my courage... More »
Heavy and Humid
Catherine
four foot swells in the pouring rain writing my words in the wet grey sand oh, its been said, its been said my friend let silence move in you now let silence be summer silence... More »
Morning, Hours past Sunrise
Catherine
morning, hours past sunrise no quarrels with newness I’ve got water to drink curtains to part words to peruse lost, or losing past, or pressing what, or why it is not possible but arms, legs... More »
Shadow of a Shadow
Catherine
airborne living with the gravity of the moon each jump a surprise staying high, longer pausing in a lack of pull or is it the opposite? what pulls, what pushes? I did twine my fingers... More »
Third Story Window
Catherine
third story window the magic carpet of introspection invisible, the sun shining in my eyes perched above, present within and this sill feels my clutching forgotten but not lonely it knows that time is shaped... More »
Talking Seaweed
Catherine
the seaweed keeps asking me questions “have you forgotten?” it simply inquires “take your time now, close your eyes you remember? do you see it?” but I’m lost in fatigue and distraction “we are just... More »
Gravity and Magnetic Force
Catherine
I meditate on gravity and on magnetic force as I orbit in my morning house bare feet rubbing, maple boards buffed by night’s silent air I know these forces invisible play their games in hidden... More »
Coastal Metaphors
Catherine
for my girls coastal metaphors, roll in as I contemplate, the splendors of my children’s hearts I am not the ocean in their lives just the edge, just the shore I will hold their beacons... More »
poetry
August 2008 