moonache

k • boise • feelings

[mournfulroses]

Julia de Burgos, from a poem titled "That You Love Me," featured in Song of the Simple Truth: Poems

[lostfunzones]

Poets Walk at Sunset. By Richard Cartwright.

[apocryphics]

[nobrashfestivity]

Hiratsuka Un’ichi

Mirror Number One 1970

[buttpoems]

[havingapoemwithyou]

Not This by Olena Kalytiak Davis

[santa-ana-winds]

[danger]

[flowerytale]

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters

[nothingforkings]

[angelicdewdrop]

[fkajackiebrownx]

[friendswithclay]

“Figurine of a Seated Goddess - Baked Clay - Catalhöyük - 1 st half of 6th millennium BC.”

The Museum of Anatolian Civilizations

[buriedintheyard]

[kissinpnk]

no lame shit formed against me shall prosper.

[pussymargiela]

[sugarbecoming]

The slack wet slips

from the gutter and makes itself 

a problem for the storm drain

I get still when it gets quiet

which is how I make a perfect picture;

if nothing changes I can know it fully 

I will sleep swiftly, 

shutdown for the season until

I know how to carry this specific grief

The chickadees get fat because

the cold days are short

and I keep feeding them seeds

A lot of butter in my coffee when 

no one In the house is looking:

poor manners are luxury

I keep the windows open during the squalls

I like to watch things get insane

from the comfort of my sofa

I think once I am different 

everything will be

and then I’m finally myself

It’s still winter

I still slip in goose shit

walking home in the wet

I am running into a new year

with scissors in my fists;

I am not afraid any more.