CinderellaSlipping winter's shawlfrom blossoming branches,she whistles with the birds.
Peter PanWith cupped hands,the boy on the moontattoos the sky with lost souls.
Shy TruthsI spilled a cup of oceanand opened my handshoping to catch the truth.Empty seashells,broken clams,and a palm-fullof worn pebbleswere all I caught.I guessthe truthis shy.
Space BlanketsPurple cloudsdraped over crescent hips--bashful twin moons.
MoonbathingNaked moon loungesin a skyfilled with suds.
Cracked VeinsSun-spackled leafparts ways with bare branches--daylight's last child.
Jealous WatersPale twilightfrosted the waters;nymphs sigh, jealous of Pan.
Hinging TimeAutumn's diarydances in the breeze--pages ripped from barren branches.My father's father's bloodwas the same color, once--an angry, untamed flame.My own blood is an oil-spillchasing the metal of my joints--each move creaks.
The World's Largest Pocket WatchThe sun tickshalf-past the clouds,flaring the time.
LiliyaBright-eyed,bird-bonedwhisper girl;dark-dressed,moon-backedmistress of light.
AsphodelA beckoning:watercolour sky shrinking,too late, teeth fall; pearlsfrom a broken string.Blink and the moon ignites—but the sheets are stillenvelope-stiff.
1,001 NightsIn a land ofdreams and dust:the curve ofa half-hazed sun,devoured.
Haikus from the moonSad grin on the moonSteaming ruins on Earth's surfaceThis world is dying -Sourire triste sur la luneDes ruines fumantes sur la surface de la TerreCe monde se meurt -Lighted by the starsHow impatient Nature is -A camellia bloomsÉclairé par les étoilesLa Nature est si impatiente -Un camélia éclosCold tears falling down,In front of her mother's graveEven time has stoppedDe froides larmes qui tombent,Devant la tombe de sa mèreMême le temps s'est arrêté
Rare Love Haikua rare love--the gentle spring blossomleft untouched
Still LifeHer body unturned.Left in the stillness of herForever shut lids.
Day 11Do the hard things--Not to prove yourself to them,But prove yourself to you.
Sun-ShyStars skitterbehind Moon Mother's skirt,sun-shy.
A Short Love StoryI counted your teethwhen you died,all twenty-eight of them,because it gave me more timethan counting your toesand fingers (and thumbs),or just looking at your faceand telling the coroner:he's the one.
HaikuWriMo1Church spire, stretching,weds the moon.2Slate skyand a heavy heat;collapsing.3Embroidered stars—celestial needlework.4Fairy wrens:steeds of elven knights,armoured all in blue.5Raindrops—wet wings,startled honeybee.6Huntsmanupon orange glass:a specimen, fossilisedin amber.7Scarred grape,veined in gold—kintsugi.8White blossoms,fallen like snowdrops.9Eagle in flight,great wings cradlingthe half-moon.10Pastel sun,peeking from a soft,smoky grey duvet.11The world settles;the heavens awaken—storm.12Black swans:two arrows in tandem.13Mirror-verse—sunset’s reflection,river-bound.14The yellow of anold book:crinkled paper moon.15Tangled in old web—a spider, noosed.16Rough brushstrokesof a smudged landscape:Impressionism.17Giant’s treasure:pot of molten goldspilledalong the treetops.18Raindropslike gemstones,flinging light.
*Oblivious*InfatuationSeeking only each otherOblivious state.2014 Delice194112th January2014
*Faith*Across the riverStepping stones, I lightly treadLeading who knows where.2013 Delice194130th November2013
Haikupatroller of pathsantennas eagerthe sneaking snail
winterice sculpts the sunrise,filters down to still the day;silver mists echo
Cliches I Have Datedi.Anna collected stardustlike pennies, exceptpennies are worth something.ii.Claire had inkrunning through her veins; dead,from an unsterilized needle.iii.Robin had birdbonesstrung together on windchimes.iv.Sarah’s eyes were alwaysto the sky, and neveron me.v.Lizbeth took my breath awaywith every punch to the stomach.vi.Rosalie had too many thingsin her ribcage; emotional adrenalinetriggered her arrhythmia.vii.Emily left mefor a boy with starrier freckles.viii.I am one cat awayfrom a stereotype, or one girlcloser to a happy ending.
We Traded Our Hearts for StarsFor every boy I ever kissed,the trembling of her lips matches yours.(Poet, breathe now.)I should write this down,the last piece I ever write about you.You’ve been gone findingconstellations, ambitions, and things in between,and this is me being brave,dancing on the fire escape.(I wore you like a bruise.)
JMTI spent ten dollars, fifteen cents,and four months of my life on you.
ResidueShe wilts in the wind,but laughter still sounds from aleftover shadow.
Red Riding HoodSunset's red capespills across the horizon;wolves lick sharp claws clean.