Red
It had been there all along, just below the surface, making every corner strong, running round in circles. But she nearly fainted at the site of her own blood. It had always been red, but in her head, it just … Continued
(written last year when we were about to move back from Bogotá) When I move to each new place,I already know every friend I makewill just be a facebook friend someday.We might not Skype, although we may. When I pack … Continued
How blessed I am to give,how wonderful you can take.I’m just glad someone can usethese things for heaven’s sake.
My most recent poem, Fragile, keeps coming to my mind, as do the events that the poem is based on. So I set the poem to music:
Move again?I can handle that.That’s why I alwayswear my hat.
One man’s treasureis another man’s trash.And what you call “things”could be “stuff” or “crap.”And one man’s crapis another man’s…it all depends what youwant to call it.
How to write a poem–I wish I could explain.I just knowit starts to growsomewhere in my brain.