i step up to the morning
as if i were stepping up to the plate, but
i have never been good at sports
been good at some things, but i don’t
quite remember them now
so i step up to the morning- i will begin either way
i will remember i will
and still i will go barefoot
and i will make a [...]
Category > My Poems
stepping stones
learning to trust poetry again
it is not screaming beneath my skin
it squirms
the voice muffled
i catch myself asking
what was that
but nothing
and then more squirming
when i was younger
it would have spewed poetry
but she doesn’t trust that
as a mode of communication anymore
just something pretty that other people do
poetry can make a mask
for the things you want to
voice but don’t have the
courage-heart-balls-eggs- for
but [...]
more trips down the lane
White Horse Theory III- 1997
and i don’t need your tan horse to save soul
my weak little fainting damsel of a me
and I don’t care what color you are wonder boy
personally i like green
I have my own castle of sorts
and I was sleeping just fine
until
I was
interrupted
and I don’t want your horse at all
I’ve got two feet— [...]
Looking Back at my White Horse Theory
White Horse Theory II- 1997
so here I am
just here among other places
waiting for that guy
on the white horse to
liberate me from
women’s lib by being
chivalrous or was that
sexually harassing
well it depends if he
comes bearing gifts
says the girl on the left
Brain pumped full of happy ending
and why always a Prince
Ah… the money, jewels, white horses
gifts one must [...]
Learning Early
Learning Early- 1998
She’s learning her mode of transportation early
in the playground
riding around on a broom.
They’ll curse you for this later.
She’s got no idea.
But in this part of the story she
plays not the fairy princess
she plays not the winch in rags
turned to riches
Why sleep when one could be building
a house made of sugar
to taunt the Unsuspecting
Charmings [...]
and so it goes…
Most of the day involved me and some blahs… looks like I should take my own advice and make some tea. This morning, however, was not blah… I played with paint- one of my favorite things.
I started these pieces yesterday and continued working on them today. It was much of the fun.
First, I would like [...]
The ever enchanting sand slipper
Glass Slippers for the Cause- 1998
I came to you neatly packaged…
wrapped — trapped all boxed up
Green Ribbon to Garnish all of my
un—well put together
Thoughts—–
Pumped full of happy endings
and a sparkle in my eye
Dreaming of the Educational Wonderland
I was about to enter
where learning would be the very glass
of my slipper that would guide me into the
Perfect [...]
Selling Slippers for the Cause
The shoe– still –does not fit
and here I am — Here
just here, amoung other places
selling glass slippers for the cause
One size fits all
Amazingly enough
You still shout the Mantra
from the roof tops and me
I am doing the same
Everything is all right– all good–
You’re fine– You’re fine
If you don’t start screaming
You will never know the [...]
Early thoughts on Sand Slippers III
White Horse Theory Part IV- 1997
Hello you! Yes, you. I was standing here in DISTRESS and well, being a chick and all I was wondering, questioning, could you put on some armor and come down from your tower for a moment and humor me?
I really don’t ask much. Some simple dragon slaying. Tiny, harmless, [...]
Early thoughts on Sand Slippers II
White Horse Theory Part II- 1997
And I don’t need your tan horse to save my soul! My weak, little, fainting damsel of a me. And I don’t care what color you are wonder boy. Personally, I like green. I have my own castle of sorts and I was sleeping just fine until I was interrupted. [...]
