Words from Inside My Head

thoughts coming from inside my head

1970s

  • Widow’s Walk

    Ocean’s edge toe deep wading along in shallow water. On the widow’s walk from the attic  a madwoman breaches, slamming doors  smashing windows with a fist of bleeding hearts. By the sea, I’m lying in the water facing toward the sky. 1970’s Read more

  • Shattered Soul

    I thought my soul had died, and become a small black stone, piercing my heart. I decided to dig it up to examine it, even though I feared I might bleed to death. Stumbling through  dark caverns I found my soul  wasn’t dead only shattered. As I searched for missing pieces, splintered fractured fairy tales  Read more

  • Who I Ought to Be

     I seek the advice of men,  looking for myself  in one of them, reflections of who I ought to be  what would be approved, I ask?  The public men, if they listen, ask the same.  The private men say “stay with me,  I’ll explain” I stand naked in front of the mirror  and notice it Read more

  • In the dream

    In the dream I am a small child flowering in dresses and gleaming patent leather shoes. Love is the game played in and out of water, he’s teaching me to swim, as I wade in, he flies away, She sings of missing him while putting me to sleep, I lie face down on a blanket Read more

  •  Therapy

    Together we do the earthy work  of laying down our living dead.  it’s difficult enough to release our embrace  from the ones we must let go,  those who’ve slipped away  expected or by surprise, leaving just their memories  with our cries. but to unearth those whose bodies are still warm, their spirits tightly locked inside Read more

  • Minister of Silence

    Life’s so pale these days, the minister of silence is singing me to sleep. There was a day when  he wheeled us down the roads like a god. Why is he singing me to sleep now with words I cannot hear, quietly humming until I yawn and disappear. I am not the one who’s dead, Read more

  • I Used to Be A Burglar

    I used to be a burglar but I quit, quit breaking into houses I’d been invited to by men with promises like keys around their necks. Knocking on your door one night a computer came to answer, it said you were away and refused to let me in. The locks had been changed and my Read more

  • Empty Eyes

    My eyes are empty now. I’m looking for someone who will tell me the truths are lies. Truth leaves me alone and shivering outside the door, where I am eyed by the sad and frigid moon. (I am so eager to be deceived, I lie even to myself, ignoring the inner rhythms) I am daughter Read more