Words from Inside My Head

thoughts coming from inside my head

Poetry

  • Knitting While Driving in the Car

    I was feeling disconnected from this womanin the knitting group I had joined,she was telling us how often she had “knitted for hours in the car as she was driving”, most recently on a trip she’d made to Ann Arbor.  Now, knitting while you are driving was not something I was familiar with; I felt lost in my mind Read more

  • Protected: When I’m Gone, My Family Tree Will Go With Me,

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  • Protected: An Alleged Rape and a Fucking Bunnies Cup

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  • Dancing Bears

    There once was a woman killed in the woods by a bear she’d caught and trained to dance to songs she’d written for him. The lyrics were slightly strained, but he was most pissed off by the music, for if he was to dance, he wanted to do it to songs of his own. Bears Read more

  • Poetry is like magic or therapy or meditation

    Sometimes you want to sharea poem you wrotenot because you want to prove to others or yourself that you’re a poet, not because you want to show how good it is, but because in writing it you found out something about yourself, or someone else, or an incident, something you knew butdidn’t know you knew,until within the poem it was revealed, a Read more

  • Twenty poems in One

    She was suffocating my soul. The pillow used was made of ice, frozen ice on my lips melted to salt, lingering drops tickling my chin, tasting of sin sparkling, trickling, pinching my nostrils, crackling as it hit and broke my heart open. When done, I peeled it open like a screaming onion that farted and Read more

  • Cat Lady Tanka

    My high school teachersaid don’t be so boy crazy.I preyed, to capture somedaythe perfect mate, but I failed.Crazy cat lady, today. Tanka Read more

  • It hasn’t Even Been a Week

    After a traffic accident, in which a drunk driver hit a local family’s car, killing the father and injuring the mother and their two children, our village responded with all the help it could, including love and money for the supporting family, friends and the survivors. We tend to think of loss in the immediacy Read more

  • That First Morning

    That first morning I awokeafter that first night I’d left and sleptaloneI thought your body was stillbesideme, I’d slept so deeply myright armwas dead weight that had takenyour place.Not quite fifty years later, it’s still here, a morecompatible other,resting by my side. Read more

  • For Whom the Ambulance Rolls

    If we’re competent and able to live on our own, we shouldn’t worry if we’re still significant but many of us do, especially upon hearing the sound of an ambulance as it approaches; our reactions are no longerto hustle and take a sneak peek from behind closed curtains to see which of the neighbors is Read more