A story in many unequal parts, some missing – 14

Born in one town and raised in four others
before I was ten, I feel like the earth, unable
to say where I started. Was it night first…

Read the whole poem here. This story and all its unequal parts are on the new blog, along with some readings, so it will be a lot easier to catch up on previous episodes, if you haven’t read them already. Do follow that blog/subscribe via email for updates. And if you’d like to be a guest reader or link your art, drop me a note! Or if you too are writing your story on your blog, let’s create a unique blogroll of poetic memoirs.

The Way It Works, Or Doesn’t

the way it works, or doesn’t,
one piece of evidence points to another, on and on, even as the search
changes and the seeker
becomes another person, then another;
but not all things are clues, some things just are,
they don’t say anything, won’t go anywhere,
your breath on my skin was not a portent, but I didn’t know that until later,
until it was too late to stop moving,
until it was too late to stop crying;
some things we take along with us, half carrying, half dragging,
their screams incoherent, their eyes streaming, bright like dying stars,
by the time I realised I had found myself,
by the time I figured out why there were no footprints to follow,
by the time I came back to where I began,
where it began,
my head was pounding,
there were welts on my soul, the shape of your fingers,
something you had said was still a bleeding wound;
your walking away was not a sign,
not a symptom of an incoming deluge,
my clothes were wet,
there was water in my shoes,
there were no clues, not even rain,
not even a ripple,
some things just are,
some days, it doesn’t work,
we cannot walk on water

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First posted this poem here on this day four years ago. This poem still seems relevant to me, especially as I  work on the new series. Four years is a long time but is also just yesterday.  

A story in many unequal parts, some missing – 13

Gathering reflections from a river
gone by. Remembering like a
reluctant rain. The day…

Read the whole poem here. This story and all its unequal parts are on the new blog, along with some readings, so it will be a lot easier to catch up on previous episodes. Do follow that blog/subscribe via email for updates. And if you’d like to be a guest reader or link your art, drop me a note! Or if you too are writing your story on your blog, let’s create a unique blogroll.

A story in many unequal parts, some missing – 12

The moon is different. She knows
that molten mother-of-pearl is on
loan till dawn. She lies…

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A story in many unequal parts, some missing – 11

I watched the elaborate ritual prayer, wondering if
others imagined their god like I did — conducting a
cosmic orchestra, leading stars on giant violins…

Read the whole poem here. I’ve created a new home for this story and all its unequal parts, so it will be a lot easier to read and catch up on previous posts. Will post links here or you could follow the new blog/subscribe via email. Do drop a note if you are tracking this story!

A story in many unequal parts, some missing – 10

She was a fake oracle. But then, so much
was not quite real, so much was over the
top, it was hard to tell the difference. Not
that we thought about things like that.
The air was…

Read the whole poem here. I’ve created a new home for this story and all its unequal parts, so it will be a lot easier to read and catch up on previous posts. Will post links here or you could follow the new blog/subscribe via email. Do leave a comment if you are tracking this story!

A story in many unequal parts, some missing – 09

Poetry first arrived
like a sparrow at the window —
brave enough, sometimes, to
reach for grain, to sing…

Read the whole poem here. I’ve created a new home for this story and all its unequal parts, so it will be a lot easier to read and catch up on previous posts. Will post links here or you could follow the new blog/subscribe via email. Do leave a comment if you are tracking this story!

A story in many unequal parts, some missing – 08

As if redemption comes from one flash of lightning? From
one great loss or one unexpected reward? Not in a story
like this. You learn slowly…

Read the whole poem here. I’ve created a new home for this story and all its unequal parts, so it will be a lot easier to read and catch up on previous posts. Will post links here or you could follow the new blog/subscribe via email.