Seeds

Round and round went the pestle, relentless in its actions. Nothing came out of the mortar whole. Gavindra dumped the powder into a bowl and added more seeds to the mortar. She began grinding this batch. "Watch me, Grandma!" Carl shouted as he ran to the end of the large rock and jumped off into … Continue reading Seeds

A Strange and Mournful Day

I hold your childhood in my cupped hands. I bring my hands to my chest, and slowly open them. The treasure floats free and soaks into my flesh and passes through my bones to rest in my heart. Yesterday’s treasure was memories of your younger sister. What will tomorrow’s treasure be? I will hold them … Continue reading A Strange and Mournful Day

Momma

Your green eyes are brighter than I’ve ever seen them. You’ve been questing your whole life, but this level of intensity is in the stratosphere. Your gaze pierces and holds me. It demands answers, and I have none. I am mesmerized by the emotions moving across your face. They are fireworks rising and unfolding, things … Continue reading Momma

This Man

This is my first shot at free verse. Constructive feedback would be appreciated. He sits at the foot of my bed His words a river Filling the empty lake Of his daughter’s soul. Those days when my spine quivers, He becomes the mountain at my back. When I worry myself into a knot He is … Continue reading This Man

Daughter

Sill trying my hand at poetry. This is a Korean form called Sijo. You can learn more from the Sejong Cultural Society Quarks, cells, and stars in her head; sharp and aware of here and now.Living room graced by Fairies, fantasy is reality.Slowly unbecoming, I must find for her a safe place.