Tuesday, January 20, 2015

59 and Counting

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Death of the Grave Digger
Carlos Schwabe
in the public domain in the United States

i look for bits of me
under beds
in drawers.

dust bunnies run amok.

there was a time
i knew who i was,
it was clear.

on tuesdays
i taught.

on sundays
i slept in,
held your love between my teeth
and inhaled
your scent off my pillow.

fifty nine.
i say it
over and over.

it feels old.

maybe it is.

i look for the youth
i left
stubbornly clinging
to boxes of lace,
afraid to let myself go.

if i opened
the lid just once
would i know myself
in the things
i placed in there
so long ago. . .

fifty nine
years, losing bits of me
i would cry
but i can't find that part of me.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

Posted for Real Toads

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

The Wave of Breath

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Nasa. Bob Cahalan

This Landsat 7 image of clouds off the Chilean coast near the Juan Fernandez Islands (also known as the Robinson Crusoe Islands) on September 15, 1999, shows a unique pattern called a "von Kármán vortex street." This pattern has long been studied in the laboratory, where the vortices are created by oil flowing past a cylindrical obstacle, making a string of vortices only several tens of centimeters long. Study of this classic "flow past a circular cylinder" has been very important in the understanding of laminar and turbulent fluid flow that controls a wide variety of phenomena, from the lift under an aircraft wing to Earth's weather.

confound me
in their ability to make themselves known
in morning hours filled with light,
in dreams 
which foretell
those truths 
blithely overlooked
during day's cognizance.

In dreams, I learn
to ride the wave of breath
to its natural end,
a replenishment 
of that interior landscape
so ready to receive.

So too,
today's end
wrapping itself around a calendar date
which marches forward
regardless of intent.

I breathe.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Past Promises

Hand einer Seniorin

Wikimedia Commons

on the verge
i saw it
still in the calm
between us

it was fleeting
moving past me
as i blinked
my lashes

without fully realizing it
opening my eyes
the tension of us
it sat
in small letters
that only
i could hear

reach out your hand
i was here all along

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

Happy Holidays to all! May you all find the peace you seek.

Posted for D'verse

Friday, December 5, 2014



they shift, each in its own rhythm

the lace of the living,

 enfolding the sleeping

in brittle arms,

speaking in whispers 

of tomorrow's 

sated sorrows.

I close my eyes,

speak their words

to the fallen beneath me.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

Posted for Poetry Pantry

Saturday, November 29, 2014

NaNo NaNo, I'm Nuked

i find my thoughts strained
like puree
maybe strawberry i think

i think idly that would taste good
delish in fact
better than tomato

but its only because i haven't had any in a while

the nano is done
i submitted at 50148 words
but the story
well that might take a while yet

but the brain needs some rewiring
right about now
so short me
or slide me a new one

silver platter is over there
just ready

stop short of the fingers please
they are on auto pilot.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

Hi everyone. NaNoWriMo is done and I finished! The event, not the novel. I think I am about 2/3 there. I am taking some time to read and write some poetry before I go back to it!

Posted for Poets United

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

My Absence

Hello all. If you are wondering where I am thins month. I am doing Nanowrimo. Determined to get through!

See you soon.


Tuesday, October 14, 2014

A Soprano Practices

the morguefile

Notes will follow.

air speed,
narrow through passagio,
bite into tone.

Go for headier,
core in the sound,
legato, LeGato, LEGATO.
Italian, french, german,
translate text.

Find the high B flat.

So exposed,

dig down deep in the body,

go, you can do this.


Too wide.

Try again,
and again,
and again.

I sing and teach classical music. I am a big lyric Soprano--bordering on spinto--this is what practicing is like for me--about an hour and a half a day, most every day--

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014.  Posted for dVerse.