Pride 2023
Kelli Anna
Insubstantial
We are insubstantiallike the legs of waterbirdsholding the weight of our own hollow bonesand micro-plastic blood. on the edge of flight on the edge of extinction Believing in our solidity,existing as a reflectionin a ripple of cold water. April 5,…
Iridescent Sleep
The dreams began with the old womantucked in her cryo-chamber,a botanist from another time altogether. Dreams of young green tendrils wrappingaround her chilled wrists and ankles whileshe slept the iridescent sleep of the edge of galaxies. The dreams spread to…
Hummingbird Heart
it’s just a flit flutter flirt wings beatingin a chestit’s just a sip of a nectar floral center yellow pink purple red color explosions behind eyelids swerve dip whisper feather soft touchit’s just a flit flutter flirtof a hummingbird heartApril…
Green
You don’t rememberwhat green means,fresh and burstingfrom snow fed mud.What first bladescan teach youafter many monthsof monochrome grey. You have become unyieldinglike the dry husksof milkweed, sheddingsilver strands of fallwhile you lie dormantdreaming of monarchs. For you I will paintnothing…
Pink Threads
Did raindrops land like heartbeatswhen they ran for the fields,when night came for them?Did raindrops land like scarson the arms of refugees? They didn’t know that orangecould be a sky or a fruitor an escape from the windin her hair…
Not the Day for Promises
I have come to think that January 1st is a terrible day for new beginnings. It’s like setting ourselves up for failure. In the northern hemisphere, the days are dark and cold and short. We’ve just been through an exhausting…
Broken Glass Poetry
Should we starteach day with poetry?With words scoopedinto mouths,tumbled smooth,held on tongueslike lemon drops? Sweet, sour,hard, and sharpas broken glass? Swallowed as tiny cuts,each word absorbedinto every cell.Reborn as another poemon another broken morning. January 1, 2023
Let’s Not Forget the Joy
In a long life, if we’re lucky enough to live one, we will go through hard times. Days, weeks, months, hopefully not years, of challenges both big and small. Sometimes the slowly applied weight of small things can crush us…
A Ramble About Living
Things are incredibly stressful right now and have been for several months. Right about the time I decided I wanted to have a blog and to really throw myself back into writing and creating, everything went a little sideways. There…