fingers like ice
slide into my
bed
caressing me awake
pulling me
from my warm dreams
I shriek
you giggle
as my skin starts
to shimmer
like starlight
~ Laura Dennis
I live in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. I have been published at blueskiespoetry.ca, and in the anthology Home and Away from House of Blue Skies. A poem recently appeared in Four and Twenty. I also have a […]
The Lonely Planet said the roads would be “good.”
That just meant they were paved.
The crossing, too, much longer than expected:
back and forth across the drying rivers,
round quarried mountains,
through stricken forests – the splintered stumps, the severed brush,
the manic birds in plaintive swoops – and so many
futile stretches of tin and plastic and cardboard lives.
The Environmentalists […]
Salt can cure us.
I’ve seen it done before:
like a few days ago,
when you came in from the pouring rain,
all drenched and miserable.
Your socks were sopping.
You were shivering
just a little,
and I glanced at the fire
and nodded at the easy chair.
Though the snow has melted,
I knew the ice was still present
in your bones.
Then I brought it out,
you […]
red-lipped and urgent
i make a birdcall,
the sound is born
with fingers closed
around my mouth,
knowing fully well
that longing for flight
does not measure
against
geography’s silences-
it will not
bring you
just one step closer
to me
~ Tiffany Morris
Tiffany Morris was born in Nova Scotia and found herself living in the Rockies by way of southern California. Though having mostly published in the hometown […]
