Finding words lately is like trying to find flowers in winter. I circle the house and yard but there is nothing of color. Only sparse green and all dormant. There’s nothing here that I could compose a lush bouquet with. In light of that, I’ve been writing poetry, where a succinct word can stand as … Continue reading
Author: Tabbitha Easley
I never did prune the roses. I let them go feral and jagged. I do not like the thorns. I cannot shirk injury so they grow more unruly. Undisciplined — the both of us. There is a hole in my front porch. I hear squirrels gnawing in my ceiling. They are a banded army … Continue reading
mild night
I lie sprawled out on the trampoline with a sky full of stars hanging like a mobile. The Big Dipper is straight ahead, scooping up a ladle of the darkness. I’ve got a cat just as black on my belly massaging his claws into my jacket with bliss. The clouds are moving rather quickly so … Continue reading mild night
grief
Some days just ache beyond anything articulate. There are tears for those day, I suppose. But that ache, it’s in the bones and marrow. The blood and cells. Everything inside knows, even when our outside doesn’t. Grief is a weasel of a word. I’ve spent four decades on this spinning ball. I can only hope … Continue reading grief
tru berry
Ever since January has arrived Tru Evelyn has announced a daily countdown to all as to how many days until her birthday. Sometimes I’ll be told more than once in a day how many sleeps before she turns 8. Maybe she’s nervous the birthday fairy is the same as the tooth fairy (who is obviously … Continue reading tru berry
january
January has come and I finally cut back the grape vines and wisteria. I also pruned the berry bushes. They are dormant now, and will sleep off the rest of winter as long as we have cooler temps. I tossed all the debris into a pile in the garden and torched it until it was … Continue reading january
pacey
Today I saw dozens of black cows standing freckled in the drizzle in an open and golden field. Not long after, a string of black balancing birds perched on an electrical wire against a gray sky like a poster. She shed languishing tears onto her black embroidered shirt while holding a fading black and white … Continue reading pacey
new day
One eye shut A new world Half is still whole Today 12 hours In a bed Cocooned Now new With frosted tips Crisp Crowning Sharp views Hindsight Foresight Half sight Big picture Fresh sheets Laundered quilts On a Saturday Giving Sunday thanks A humming hen Dancing cat tails No hat No … Continue reading new day
thrifty
Tchaikovsky’s Romeo and Juliet, Fantasy Overture is making rings around the record player. It’s off-center a tad so there is an added flat, then sharp, to the loop each time around. I only hear it beyond the love and war scuffle because my ears are hyper vigilant. I hear everything right now — sharp truth … Continue reading thrifty
here and now
My hair is getting long again. Unruly. My nails are also gaining length. This means I’ve not used my hands to garden or build. Those two things are staples and I do miss them. But there will be time for that again. I assume so, anyhow. I’ve gained a few pounds since summer. We’ve moved … Continue reading here and now
SHE GILDS THE LILY: a lavish waste of words and wonder 