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- remembering by The Waxing Moon on Oct 24, 2009
Maybe there’s a placebetween the words you saidand I, mind downstreamlaughing on an inner tubeslightly high and giddydecades past, drawn back sharplyby your irritation, crust-like lichena memory, 50 yearsto grow a hand’s breadthacross granite pun...
- Appearances by The Waxing Moon on Oct 6, 2009
You think you can watch her, benevolentas she lies splayed out acrossthe snow bank watchingstreams of greenribbon overthe sky.You think the moment is all zen.You imagine the air freezing to crystalsfills her hair with ice beautyshards of glass all ta...
- Refraction I by The Waxing Moon on Aug 18, 2009
With just a whisperthe glass dropped from her handI found you standing on the stairsand fell like shards of rainone hand on the railacross the tile floorthe other holding the soft blanketand she caught her breaththinly draped across your shouldersas...
- Why I ran by The Waxing Moon on Jun 1, 2009
Here I was, wondering what I'd write about today. Thanks to Christopher, I don't need to wonder any longer. What would I do without Christopher?Why I ranTouched, I was, that you followed methat I mattered enoughto be counted among your lost treasures...
- tough love by The Waxing Moon on Mar 1, 2009
Here is the final poem I'm going to bring forward this weekend. This is one of a series I've worked on that emerge from the issue of social exclusion and violence against women and girls, as well as their courage and resilience. If you want to r
- Vanessa by The Waxing Moon on Feb 6, 2009
This poem is a response to an image prompt on Every Photo Tells a Story. You can see the image here. She was one so unlike the other girls she frightened us with her strange dark songs that hinted of the secret places inside the nests of swallows, t...
- that feeling by The Waxing Moon on Jan 1, 2009
when she was small she was haunted by the image of an adult male, faceless but a warm presence, coming to the door arms loaded with groceries, voice warm body warm, and her mother would smile and laugh then, looking ten years younger around the eyes...
