Wednesday, December 30, 2020

light, leaking...

lightleakinglikelooseleaves
memoriesmostlymademore
potentpouringpainpaintingpictures
eachemptyexchange
askinganotheranswera
flashlightflickering
imissyouimissyouimissyou...

~

RN

Tuesday, December 29, 2020

for a slice

what kind of people
are we
if someone can still
walk into a store
wearing layers of unwashed
their life in the bags
on their shoulders
their unshaven faces
hanging, nervous
waiting
in the deli line
for sliced cheese...

~

RN 

Monday, December 28, 2020

fire in her soul

and she ran
though there was no fire
to tend to
the madness in her
soul
scorching every
gentle surface
counting her losses
and thankful
for the flatline of the road.

~

RN

Sunday, December 27, 2020

big trees

there is
the ache of big trees
left standing
alone
when you know
they used to 
intertwine
with sisters 
and their brothers.

~

RN

Saturday, December 26, 2020

as if, on wheels

everything is changing
as if, on wheels,
the ever-spinning
constant flux
of end and beginning
roulette playing
on butterfly
wings.

~

RN

Thursday, December 24, 2020

only by feeling

you cannot teach
respect through shame
or sincerity through guilt
forced 
into action.
only by feeling,
communicating, and empathizing
can we change
the situation.

~

RN

Monday, December 21, 2020

new pages

let your new
pages
be filled
with imagination
dreaming
all of the impossible
into possible
and the magical
into truth.

~

RN

Saturday, December 19, 2020

bugle

bugle ready
i resounded
all of the beautiful 
notes i spelled out
just for you.

~

RN

Friday, December 18, 2020

a gift

"i can give you
a gentle hug
she said,
climbing down
from the bed,
and i melted into
her kindness
and i remembered
where to begin.

~

RN

Thursday, December 17, 2020

is an orange

sometimes
all you need
is an orange
cat and a lap
and a warm
snuggle.

~

RN

Thursday, December 3, 2020

around the loop

saw the circle
as a ball
a knot of stress
and walked around it
turned its energy
from pull, by surrounding
it, into push
and soared
away.

~

RN

Wednesday, December 2, 2020

teacups

wading across 
the blazing desert sands
with teacups of water
in my hands
like the punishment
of something
you call friendship
these brittle crystals
in my eyes
i will never understand.

~

RN