two bodies
spun in slow motion, lost
their edges in the embrace
scoop found contour, shape
found a willing frame
and the assembly
of their beings
coalesced.
~
RNH
Friday, February 26, 2016
misunderstand
she asked me: what "mistake" means ?
i said, to "mess up," "misunderstand," "do
something not right"...
as consolation, i offered
that everyone makes mistakes, occasionally
even big
kids, even adults, even
teachers.
~
RNH
i said, to "mess up," "misunderstand," "do
something not right"...
as consolation, i offered
that everyone makes mistakes, occasionally
even big
kids, even adults, even
teachers.
~
RNH
Monday, February 22, 2016
lay figure
sandpaper thoughts to some old wound
that person you met six years ago
the one who, Medusa-like, hair in hands, drug
herself through water
the snakes happy for the electricity
the one who craved craze, the one
who followed moons until they, too,
were slivers,
one day woke up
finding the scars an unnecessary
sawdust pool
around her
and refused to allow anyone
to whittle or hollow since then
what only
she had the liberty to create.
~
RNH
that person you met six years ago
the one who, Medusa-like, hair in hands, drug
herself through water
the snakes happy for the electricity
the one who craved craze, the one
who followed moons until they, too,
were slivers,
one day woke up
finding the scars an unnecessary
sawdust pool
around her
and refused to allow anyone
to whittle or hollow since then
what only
she had the liberty to create.
~
RNH
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Friday, February 19, 2016
plunge
with many rivers to cross
you plunge
arms swift, held breath
feet pumping frog pedals
flexed, then long
and through bubbles
moss and mud, you stay
locked on the shore
having dove through many
rivers before, you know
this one,
too, to be traversable.
~
RNH
you plunge
arms swift, held breath
feet pumping frog pedals
flexed, then long
and through bubbles
moss and mud, you stay
locked on the shore
having dove through many
rivers before, you know
this one,
too, to be traversable.
~
RNH
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
happy note
a bouquet of daisies, thrown
tossed as exclamation to the moment
a powder puff of dandelions,
and their wishes, punctuate
the day.
~
RNH
tossed as exclamation to the moment
a powder puff of dandelions,
and their wishes, punctuate
the day.
~
RNH
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
origami bar
ice shuffles and doors creak
eyes sweep from light to shadow
from distinction to individual
blur
years spent wiping hands
on towels
turn
like square, white napkins
into swans.
~
RNH
eyes sweep from light to shadow
from distinction to individual
blur
years spent wiping hands
on towels
turn
like square, white napkins
into swans.
~
RNH
Monday, February 15, 2016
the wrong place
sometimes the light switches are in the wrong places
the cabinet i open does not reveal what i think
and i reach for a hanger or some other
familiar trigger
and the knob is on the left side
and the zipper fiddles between fingers
that feel for an electric fence
one that might light up when i
least expect it, invisible
the camera flash
of paralysis, the barricade of fight
or flight and the relief
that washes over, when i realize
i am here.
~
RNH
the cabinet i open does not reveal what i think
and i reach for a hanger or some other
familiar trigger
and the knob is on the left side
and the zipper fiddles between fingers
that feel for an electric fence
one that might light up when i
least expect it, invisible
the camera flash
of paralysis, the barricade of fight
or flight and the relief
that washes over, when i realize
i am here.
~
RNH
Thursday, February 11, 2016
tough girl
she leans her head on my shoulder
i feel the weight of it all sink
through, the sadness, the fear
the constant
on-guard
toughness
and the daily torment
from a few, the weak
small-minded, the easily
vicious, the ones who are always
the loudest
in the room
she sits to my left and for these seconds
i let her rest,
eyes closed, safe with me.
~
RNH
i feel the weight of it all sink
through, the sadness, the fear
the constant
on-guard
toughness
and the daily torment
from a few, the weak
small-minded, the easily
vicious, the ones who are always
the loudest
in the room
she sits to my left and for these seconds
i let her rest,
eyes closed, safe with me.
~
RNH
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
tomb
there is a hallway full of echoes
at the end, a room of masks
and the faces melt and reshape
false and contour, form and artifice
collapse
the gold paint licks
a shadow, cheekbones
glint, a bridge denotes
oblique black eyes, cold
and the cackling shifting of plaster
lifts and resists
any attempt to be stilled.
~
RNH
at the end, a room of masks
and the faces melt and reshape
false and contour, form and artifice
collapse
the gold paint licks
a shadow, cheekbones
glint, a bridge denotes
oblique black eyes, cold
and the cackling shifting of plaster
lifts and resists
any attempt to be stilled.
~
RNH
Sunday, February 7, 2016
Almost Seventy
around the sun
you've sailed for years
without a swoon, the calling
sight of shore, always
as certain as you
perceived it, your course
a direction steady
as your word.
~
RNH
you've sailed for years
without a swoon, the calling
sight of shore, always
as certain as you
perceived it, your course
a direction steady
as your word.
~
RNH
on instinct
you tripped through minefields
and caught your camouflage sleeves
on reaching branches, thieves
disguised as background, honor
hidden in a vest and a buttoned
jacket shields the machinery
that inevitably keeps you
together
the pounding fist
of a conviction, palpable.
~
RNH
and caught your camouflage sleeves
on reaching branches, thieves
disguised as background, honor
hidden in a vest and a buttoned
jacket shields the machinery
that inevitably keeps you
together
the pounding fist
of a conviction, palpable.
~
RNH
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Special
she leaned forward and asked me if
i knew what she wished for, and i said,
tell me.
she wished to be like everyone else.
and as the sting permeated, i spoke,
i know, but this is what makes you special.
and her tilted face sparkled more
than her tears.
~
RNH
i knew what she wished for, and i said,
tell me.
she wished to be like everyone else.
and as the sting permeated, i spoke,
i know, but this is what makes you special.
and her tilted face sparkled more
than her tears.
~
RNH
invaluable
why would every gift be a burden,
from you, and every consideration
come with price tag adhered
i question such
love for individual sale
and know who taught you
to quarantine the best in you.
~
RNH
from you, and every consideration
come with price tag adhered
i question such
love for individual sale
and know who taught you
to quarantine the best in you.
~
RNH
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
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