POTS AND KETTLES BY RAYNA MALONE
You never forget the first to treat you like you’re damaged. If only she’d been different, I might never have known better.
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Posted by admin | Jun 2, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0 |
You never forget the first to treat you like you’re damaged. If only she’d been different, I might never have known better.
Read Moretime has blown away years of him
like birds gone in a flash of wing
Not yet hopeless lies this dream within a truth
that we are all from, and ultimately will reside
in, the same place. A place of Love. So fear
not my weary soldiers.
I search for you
among the haunted houses
and miniature golf courses, thinking,
This is too much like an imagined dream
Barefoot, I stand here alone
lost in fresh cut grass looking
through long-ago window
Alexa put her dripping umbrella in the kitchen sink and laid her raincoat on the counter, then she sat at the chunky wooden table. She pulled her heavy hair off her neck and twisted it around and around, waiting.
Read MoreWhere once was warmth Now there is none Not quite cold But tepid, indifferent Ambivalent You don’t see me Your lack of feeling wounds Though still here, You really aren’t anymore You’ve decided for us both Even if you won’t say...
Read MoreMy toddler picks flowers –-
little yellow pillow tufts
around her bare feet
A silly ruse, illusion of control,
Alludes to nature’s inherent mercy.
Neruda writes
that he will
wander mazily over all the earth
A day of wild and ruthless rain and then another day and another
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