Sunday, August 28, 2016

Breathing Lessons

The dead must breathe sometimes,
inhale their memories,

let them sink quietly
into revenants,
scrub them clean,
until like bone,
they shimmer in the dark.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016

Process Note: This piece has been hanging around in this short form for a while now. I am not sure it is a poem yet, but every time I try to expand it into something longer, I fail. So for now, I will share it with you as it is and see if it morphs into something else later.

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Sunday, August 21, 2016


i am stuck in sadness
its teeth
sharper than i recall

its fear
an ooze
that seeps

liquids never run--
they fade
leaving stains
and red in the sun

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We are waiting for xrays for my 14 year old dog tomorrow.  She is in pain and not putting any weight on her back left leg.  I am fearful and sad.

Tuesday, August 9, 2016


i am the ordinary
the middle

feeling tenterhooks
in the small of my back

lodge in the place
where love used to roost

arthritis builds its condo spread
 on that tract now

a co-habitation --
a formless tendency
toward bilingual fluency.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016

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