Wednesday, September 23, 2015

A Bar Stool Baby

The Morgue File

wantonness is a slow burn
moving silently toward shadows
left behind bar stools on a hazy Saturday night,

picking its way among the wreckage
trailed in from lives disintegrating
one decibel at a time,

finding life in thieves' movements
a slip of lip
in a bathroom stall.

are you all in yet?

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

The midweek motif at Poets United is all about choices this week, Here is my bit.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015


Prague, the Main Station
The Morgue File

we suffer the tenderness
that suffuses a smile
pasted in place,

one that imprints
its block of light
upon skin too timid to know
that its time is almost up.

count them down,
those days until
the extant becomes the extinct---

not so long really
we all helped
we weavers of shrouds
tinged with the apathy
that killed the bees first.

Copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

Not sure what is going on with this one today. But here it is anyway.
posted for The Tuesday Platform

Thursday, September 3, 2015


The Morgue File

i cried daily
for years as you drank.
i cried until rivulets
permanently etched, north and south
along my mouth.

my heart, shriveled and dry
love's aftertaste
stamped on tongue and cheek.

the afternoon sun was hot against concrete
the day you slammed her against a wall
she was five and you,
you were drunk (again)
and it was that easy

you were gone a week later
a marriage dissolving
like so much ice
in vodka.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

A watershed moment for Poets United  mid-week motif

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

The You I Hold

The Morgue File
Painted Background

I pin your voice onto the backs of my eyes
corneas etched with words
that feel like magic in the air,
in the red sky of the day.

I want to roll my coat in them,
stuff my pockets with their sounds
so that me who reads them
can always find her place in them.

I fear their fall into gutters,
their mixing with the sweat of the day
until ink runs,
before my eyes can really see.

If I am careful
I can hold them in place,
long enough for the ink to dry,
long enough for me to breathe them in,
long enough for me to remember.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

Posted for the Toads Tuesday Platform

Saturday, August 15, 2015

The Leaving

The Morgue File

i have ignored it,

the thought of your leaving,

the sheer weight of it behind my eyes.

it builds sometimes,

like an over salted piece of fish

assaulting me

even before I get it into my mouth

to chew on the idea.

but the days are getting smaller.

soon a pocket Saturday will come

and I will put you on a plane again

another nine months of Skype.

in the time you are gone

much will happen,

but mostly, i will miss you,

in the tiny moments of my day

the ones you so casually inhabit,

the bits of lime and avocado in my salad

a reminder.

and if i am lucky,

the scent of you will be right there

on your pillow

when i rest my head there

after you leave.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

In a few short weeks I send my youngest daughter off to the Kodaly Institute in Kecskemét for nine months. I read Claudia's piece about her daughter, and was able to sit down and write this piece for mine. Thank you Claudia!

Posted for Poet's United Pantry

Friday, July 24, 2015

Stones Rest

The Morgue File
Dianne Hope

i feel stones in the cracks of my feet
wedged between souls
left too long in the wind
to know their way home

lost, they find solace in small things,
the feel of sand
in the mind's eye
stirring memories
into paths.

i feel them most in winter,
when all souls seek sleep.
I lay down stones
in the shadows of their desire
hoping we both will rest soon.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

Posted for the Pantry

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

A Leaf Smiles

The Morgue File

It fits somehow
that leaves fall
in the wake of tears
leaving behind what they have known

They smile as they touch the earth
grace the soil
with joy.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

my words: joy, grace, abandonment, smile, leaves, tears

Posted for D'verse on it's fourth anniversary! Congratulations Poets!