Below you'll find a list of all posts from 2022
I will not look to the desert of my landscape to find you, dear, who is not there.I will not look for your hands or the half-moons rising in the valleys of your fingernails,I will not search for the musty smell of your scalp,the dash of lashes around you eyes,the curve of your ear,deep wrinkle of your brow. I will …
Beloved,we are barbed and blunted,or so it feels as our fever cools. Another autumn,another winter of waiting for June,we pace corner to corner like worried dogs. What will we do,so naked, so bloated,so ready to run? And whose hand will turn the key?Who will release usinto tomorrow’s storm? As we leave this coop,will we crawl, or walk, or limp?together or …
My drug counselor says I have an anger problem. You need to find your Higher Power, Tansy. Well,the only way I’ll believe in that clay-brained-higher-power-business is if he or she or it gets me out of this treatment facility where the inmates are called residents and we’re all kept under lock and key due to the supposed danger we pose …
Published in The Portland UpsideApril 2010by Julianna Waters I took you with me in my pocket,folded but not crumpled,to see the canyon and the mule deer,to hear the Imnaha Riversing to rock, grass and limb:rush, rush, don’t hurryrush, rush, don’t hurry. I worked my way up a crumbling path.The sun, barely awake,had not yet poured it’s warm glazedown the canyon …