Tag: poetry
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Desiderata
“You are dust and to dust you shall return,” but first my duty was to help you along lying as you were in the corner of the coop your feathers still, your body hushed & crumpled in the dry heat of late August I believed you gone but then you cried as I went to…
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What I didn’t know still hurt me
You gut me like a fish until I am exposed trembling My insides spilling outside, unprotected unguarded There is little that is lovely about this feeling unshielded on your table waiting for the knife to drop
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More Than Could Be Counted
Every year, in wintertide, I pore over seed books as I dream of a garden a child could ruin herself for dinner in. When the time is right, I tuck precious seeds in good earth and wait and watch for these yearnings to push themselves out of the dark soil, take on leaf and spread…
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Deep Unto Deep
Beneath the becalmed ocean surface of my body currents roil. There is nowhere to hide from this crushing undertow– It grabs hold of me, pulling me deeper until I fear that I will be lost. I remember looking out over the waves in Santa Cruz, my feet kissed by the vestiges of stones and shells…
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“Salzburg, Republic of Austria, July 2006” by Melaney Poli
In order not to repeat history, it is not enough to know it, we must know ourselves, and our complicity. -Schillling Some days you have to take what you can get, and that day my mother was too sick to find yet one more crowded pavement cafe and the worst of it was, sitting…
Deeper in me than I 