Tuesday, April 29, 2014

An Ending

Light seeking

used by permission of the artist

we had the conversation across the table

as all lovers do

when things get rough.

pasta took on its sauce

formaggi adhering 

to ragged pieces 

of love left 

behind on the plate

like so much snow.

and when we were done,

i looked over at the fairy lights behind your head

and wondered what tomorrow would like like

when i woke up and realized that

cheese was the best part of today.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

posted for dVerse

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

At the Barre

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At The Barre
Pierre Carrier-Belleuse
(In the Public Domain in the United States)

i centered myself on the tips of toes

dancing over letters

of my keyboard 

the function keys purpling en point

i find myself each day circling over them

depressing the spaces, dipping down

into that place inside my gut

which looks for its way forward

its way out.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

I am not sure why the dancing metaphor is so present for me right now, but I feel myself working through something with it. My apologies for repeating myself.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Turning Point

Dega, Dancer 1874

turning point arrives

arms pinned

for balance

they say

spot, turn, spot, turn

momentum from that inner part of my core

the part i hope will save me

spot, turn,


until i find an answer

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

Change is in the air.  I looked up the word "crisis" today--that turning point at which, for better or worse, future events are determined.  I will be losing a major source of income this summer aat a time when we will be experiencing a financial contraction anyway--my husband is retiring from teaching school. So I am asking the universe for answers.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Moon Rise

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Wing- Chi Poon, 2007

moon rises

upon the glistening lake,

an orb of time


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

This is a wish really--i wish to see this out my window at night--

Posted for Poets Pantry

Friday, April 4, 2014

Hacked, Hacked and Yack the Hack

I am enraged and that doesn't happen all that often

Rage is an odd emotion

I feel like I am overflowing my boundaries

onto the pavement beneath my feet.

So this is the story.

For years, my primary email account was at Yahoo

Then sometime in January, it was hacked.

I changes my password like a good Yahoo account holder and thought I was done

Not on your life

Four, count them, four hacks later,

I closed my account

Lost all my poetry notifications

Lost all my emails from and to students

(My livelihood)

I am slowly finding you all again.

Leave a comment so I can trail back to your site--

And bear with me a bit