Sunday, October 29, 2017

Willing Myself to Remember



drunk with freedom,
an afternoon takes on
opaque colors

i wander streets, mumbling
unknown addresses
to vacant hours

in search
of a memory
marked in sepia wash


All rights reserved/copyright Audrey Howitt 2017

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Sunday, October 22, 2017

Confessions


Morgue File
froggidonna



when she bared her soul it was too late
her words slack in the wind
eyes rimmed in red

her nails hung to dry
blistering on bent nails
in aged sun

when she swore allegiance
it was only to tiny gods

the ones whose noses she had wiped
at noon
the ones whose hair she had braided
at dusk

her words litter hallways
never swept
her heart
a welcome mat



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Note: I am not sure where this one came from or what it really means yet--it feels unfinished, but not sure where to take it just yet

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Learning Braille









MorgueFile
lauramusikanski



stillness hangs taut
like stories embroidered
on monk's cloth

its weave loose
until my needle jabs through

i know each thread

colors carefully chosen,
shelf paper
for naked cupboards 

smiling crookedly at the oddities
that floss has created

i lay my fingers
on top
and read
each tale

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Posted for Poets United