I Cannot Fly

Today, I cannot fly;

My wings are heavy.

They drag on the ground behind me like anvils,

Iron-stiff and slung low.

My back and chest ache to carry them,

Lungs burning with every step.

My wings are battered and leave a trail of feathers in their wake–

A downy wound in the dirt.

They hurt

And freely bleed as I lurch along the road.

But with every ragged breath I take, I can think of just two things:

Though today I cannot fly,

At least I still have wings.



Autumnal Poem

I was going to post this next poem with the picture that inspired it, but I don’t know where I put the picture and I couldn’t wait to share the poem with you all. It doesn’t have a title right now.

I thought it was appropriate to post on the first official day of fall. 🙂


Popcorn buttered the crisp autumn air

And music overwhelmed the dusk.

I walked among these others, all wide-eyed and sweet

Red sweater, golden corduroys,

Fresh airbrush tattoo on my right hip—

How scandalous; how trite.

Laughing and sighing and friend-making,

I trailed in the wake of a social goddess,

Noting, with surprise, I was just as lithe as she,

My smile just as bright.

Together, we were the belles of the Fall Fest,

Freshman Cinderellas painting the quad red.

I watched the foam joust,

Princes battering each other with giant cotton swabs,

And thought: This could be where I belong.

This place, where I realized I was beautiful

In the one, short hour before the gathering night,

When I was unafraid.

Autumn on the stream

Poetry Month: “Weight”

In honor of National Poetry Month, I’ve decided to post this poem. Remember, poetry is for everyone.


I carry it with me.

It’s in my shoulders,

The knotted muscles that pull the s  p  i  n  e,

In my face, clenched jaw and deep fine lines.

I carry it with me in my hair,

Brittle, dull and undefined.

I carry it with me everywhere.

This burden only I can bear.

It hangs heavy—

This constant weight.

I carry it with me.

It’s in my guts.

The twisting pain that leaves you ragged,

In my chest, stiff ribs and shallow breath.

I carry it with me in my arms.

How small it looks, but oh, what heft!

This burden only I can bear.

I carry it with me everywhere.

It leaves me empty—

A   c  h  a  s  m   wide.

I carry it with me.

It’s in my hands.

The tension that makes fi-nge-rs hesitate,

In my legs, crampedcalves and aching knees.

I carry it with me in my heart.

Hollow as the rotting trees.

This burden only I can bear.

We can never be apart.

It drags me down.

It knows my name.

Anywhere else and I could be free.

But it’s in my soul.

I carry it.

I carry it with me.

Stay Shiny

I entered a poetry competition a few months ago and then completely lost track on the competition for various reasons. Over the weekend, I received an email announcing the winners of The Royal Berkshire Poetry Competition.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, not so fast. I didn’t actually win anything. As a matter of fact, I was really confused when I saw the email, because for about thirty seconds, I didn’t remember what poem I had entered or if it was for this particular competition. After a bit of digging and a Google search, I remembered.

The competition was unique in that all participants poems’ were posted anonymously on the site as part of a popular vote portion–so, my poem, “Shine” was posted on the TRBPC website. I want to say it was published, but I suppose technically it was “released.” At any rate, I didn’t post it on my blog and I didn’t receive hate mail from the judges, so I am totally counting this as a win.

Any publicity is good publicity, right?

Now, the first prize winner of the competition is a beautiful sestina by Ann Beecher called “Birdsong.” I love sestinas in general, and I am in love with this one. Be sure to check out the other winners (who are published in Glow Magazine), too!

Now, if you will excuse me, I’m going to go eat a cookie.