Poetry & Reflections

  Internal flight S/he:  ‘I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel it soft, featuring turning, its malignity’ (Sylvia Plath- Elm) Wearing the nights as gloves before surgery  In this filigree s-hell, I built up soft striations— a spirderweb   I’m caught in soft bones              A nest I do not own.  Neither these words, neither these swords like  dandelion seeds coming in and out                                         an exhausted mouthhhhhhh                      What is thhhhhh     is      What is thissssss        ...

  BORN. C a sting off S tones (Speaking with Pebbles)        On the b each                         e ach                        ach e bee s                       s ting                        s kin s                                         kin s hip s        ...