Tag Archives: fear
Beginning with Red
Light pollution enhances her cravings for the perfect constellation, for an evening spent outdoors without fear. Each wave lengthens or shrinks to spell out new acts of bravery in a host of colors beginning with red, ending up yellow just … Continue reading
Filed under Day Poems
Found Tags
Fear ghosts, god, graffiti, guardian angels, and home.
Filed under Day Poems, Night Poems
Sculpture Garden Cinquain
Tonight Noguchi saves all of us from those fears we nourish in our souls before morning.
Filed under Day Poems, Morning Poems, Night Poems
Underpass Echoes
This spill onto pavers beneath the bridge beside the river is her reminder—there are other things worth fearing more than an errant fish hook, a fast woman walking and expecting past you, even this sting on scraped knee and toe. … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Raw Evaporation
Those fears are no shows. Disappointment comes in all shades of red strained through gray. A night free of summer’s oppression. Without sweat, she swears she can differentiate between a music town and one impurely industry.
Filed under Night Poems
Don’t Say Catalyst
Another city, another black bird soars over pedestrian heads. I have one. The least unease matures into full-on anxiety about what clouds won’t hold. I’m not afraid to fly but do fear those with the will to—agents flying, flew, have … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems, Night Poems, Overnight Poems
Can You Hear Me Now?
Get any closer to the mouth piece could kill you. The bitch in me steps outside the invisible line I draw each morning. I wasn’t paying attention. Never thought I could turn anything out. But fear and pride conspire to … Continue reading
Filed under Morning Poems
Moonmilk
Pathos or a compulsion to turn everything outside into me. I want to steal your pain— relieve you—but it’s a lie. I cannot feel the flare-ups erupting inside your muscles, joints, trust. Only a greedy desire to conceal my own … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems, Overnight Poems
Rearrange This
No precious space, no books framed to hang on walls she would only want to move at the moment of willingness. That dandelion tea she spilled on printouts of online articles about his song without dance—not necessary. An accident she … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems
Speak To You
Cave walls inside a candle prophesize fear and anxiety lessening as the flame flickers deeper into itself. And do you recognize it—am I about to embrace a moment that ignited you a century ago? And you 100 years ahead, this … Continue reading
Filed under Overnight Poems
