the first morning we ate crackers and canned peaches with protein powder as the sun rose past the scrub brush trees and the missile silo doors and I imagined the doors flung wide to spend a dozen Titan AE-1s at our foes, real and imagined, while the boys around me chattered like the apocalypse was…
the second bedroom downstairs you can have the second bedroom downstairs move in your boxes and don’t mind how the crows will scream at the glory of another sunrise every damn day just – put away your books and focus on the light come dappled through the trees and above you my soft footsteps,…
History prepares me To welcome the Monster at my gate To treat him kindly To not look away No matter how gruesome He appears to me How rudely he barges in Uninvited and yet Not totally unexpected Though I shunned him overwhelmingly After…
When the day has hit me hardWhen disappointment spreads itselfwith wrinkles on my foreheadbaring roots into my heart I search for your face I want to rememberwhat it felt liketo be the bud of your aweTo feel the shining tendernessof your affectionwhile I did nothing special at all SARAH currently lives and works in Edmonds,…
There’s an orange glow From that moment I held your secrets closeAnd now it’s skipping on the edges the of the waterCatching on the little waves and highlighting the shifting moods The grey of the winter evening is filling with charcoal and will grow blackBut for now the rain is breaking the surface of the lakeIt’s…
Time races by Like a child Run amok Splashing at puddles Wishing for luck I anticipate Cells slowing As they will Urgency and dread builds Then dissipates I search for breath and breadth To fill me With presence and peace Not so pressingly Now As I am…
How did I watch Her soft hands pull his stiff body closeto dress his purple skin Still cold from the hospital fridge How did I watch Her face split with horrorwhen she realized his armswould not bend Not even For his mother SARAH currently lives and works in Edmonds, Washington. She would describe herself as painfully shy by nature…
After I broke the vaseAnd the candle in it too My sister said,“This isn’t like you.” But isn’t it?Isn’t this me too?This unpleasant sideThat grabs for any object it can throw. Isn’t this me too?Furious.Shattering my lungsWith high-pitched screams And shallow hums. Isn’t this me too?The broken glass on the carpet that…
Remember what it was like before you became Roommates with responsibilities Brother and sister Bickering under your breath We can hear you We can see you We hurt for you And we always LoVe You I think if you touch one another In more ways than one Physically, emotionally and spiritually (LoVe is…
It was not old, as trees count years, when it succumbed to disease or gravity or storm. I found it lying on the beach at the base of a cliff, its naked frame silver and black. Worn root stumps reached from the butt, fingers scoured away by surf and time. I spied a stone grasped…
Spoken word/ music track from the Poor Clare album: Like the Tide. Listen below. . I want to know the god my own unbelieving self can believe in. The one who sides with justice, because there is no other side to take. Who doesn’t fit in holy books, because she is bigger than the bigots reciting…
Cape Porpoise, Maine, 2007. The first snow has come. But why, I wonder, do they always speak of snow as blanketing, as if comforting, warm? Underneath its smooth spread surface I can only imagine a seering cold. On Saturday the ducks hunted for their lunch in icy shallows, pecking algae through a film of ice, advancing spectre.…
WOE TO THE waiting The riskers for taking For thinking too seriously I’ve mustered and busted And cornered and clustered And wrestled with moments like these The stuff of life begs and it pleads for attention The thief steals creativity That cruel spy is timing To ruin and live by I’ve rushed and I’ve hustled…
Kindred 