• Poems & Musings,  Writing

    The Crocodile Year

    A colossus in the currents With claws drifting serenely down And green-gold eyes Seeing, but not revealing. Try explaining to that grinning mouth The merits of followers, likes on selfies, And checking “just one more” work email. We rush manically, frantically, As though we’re expected at our funerals Ten full years before the Reaper calls. Planned days laid out…

  • Poems & Musings,  Writing

    Petals or Stars for Company

    Let me not be a flower, With delicate blooms the sheerness of dreams, And a fondness for gentle touches, Or the longing to have my scent admired. Instead, let me be a comet Streaking through the night sky,  Unashamed of my fire; dazzling, daring all to see. And yet….mysterious. Cold. Untouchable.  – Sara Myriad

  • Poems & Musings,  Writing

    Farewell to Summer

    When my grandpa died, soon after my grandma, I drove up north with my husband, Thinking about an ice cream shop Where children sat and ordered real sodas That melted sticky sickly-sweet with ice cream. Of antique shops with names like Carousel, Matched by charming interiors. Or the flea market Only open on weekends, But I had all the…

  • Poems & Musings,  Writing

    A Hole in the Ice

    And when I leave you,  It won’t be the gradual chill of winter mornings  Found in the beginning of the season, When berries hang fat and red on their stems And birds puff up their feathers,  Like old men hunched down in woolen scarves and mittens Lovingly made by old women. It will be a plunge into icy water, …

  • Poems & Musings,  Writing

    Switch

    I could circle you, ravenous, and take you as my prey, But I would rather roll onto my back gentle as clouds and let you have me under that watching blue sky. Control is an illusion but I keep reaching for it, Perhaps I’ve been waiting for the caress of words; the intoxicating loss of control. The muse imprisoned,…

  • Poems & Musings,  Writing

    Lost Mirrors, New Seasons

    And maybe you want to believe that every person who comes into your life is your soulmate or missing piece or the one who might finally save you. But maybe, they came into your life for something wonderfully human and brief and fragile: to introduce you to an author who writes into your soul or a song that says…

  • Poems & Musings,  Writing

    Sequoias

    I think, if I could live as long as they do, Maybe life wouldn’t be so mysterious Or maybe I would simply accept the mystery And not question it. Maybe I would be braver With my head in the clouds, If I knew my roots were deep as heartbeats. Maybe I would find myself beautiful With my russet bark,…

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    Reflections

    If you are a lake, (or any deep body of water, really)…. Please be wary of mirrors. You may see the smooth, glassy surfaces of these people and assume that they are like you, underneath. However, in time, you will realize what you thought were unplumbed depths, waiting to be explored lovingly, are nothing but your own emotions being…

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    The Embers Still Burn

    When was it that you lifted your shoulders in a shrug, and let the world have its way with you? When was it that you let the fire within you die, because passion is painful, and routine is safe and comfortable and easy? You were my furnace when my entire world was winter. But now you’re cold, and I’m…