Words from Inside My Head

thoughts coming from inside my head

oldies

  • Protected: The Mourning

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  • Silent as an Afterthought

    he left on tiptoe feetcame with noise of laughing friend-voices, bursts of orange-red-yellowsunlight, slap-cracking screen doorsleft once, returned and left andcame back again,muffled in velvet Paisleylike soft confusion,he went.try to tell him, just try,it’s not the leaving that hurts,it’s the continual return,coming back and being had,of sand once white now strewn withentwined arms and legs Read more

  • Protected: At The Quilting Bee

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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

  • 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

  •  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