Tuesday Tabellion – Release Day for Yowl & Yarrow

Yowl & Yarrow was a surprisingly difficult book to write. My life was very much in transition during its writing. A great deal of the poems are very reminiscent of stress and great dislike over drastic change. I also experienced intense depression due to these changes which influenced the tone of the book whenever I did manage to write something. My state of depression was creatively hindering but there were brief moments of bright creativity. During the process, I learned I was going to have a niece (arriving April 2016), I moved into a new home of very own after 25 months of living with various family members, I realized the patterns which correspond with sliding into depression, and I discovered that I am indeed capable of ‘fangirling’ & happiness. All of this filters into the tones and themes of Yowl & Yarrow‘s 100 poems.

Yarrow may ease their earthly burdens
Across the fields stretching farther
Bypassing tchotchkes placed in sacred
Ceremonies to mask crossroads
On the breeze in penance

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Poetry Wednesday – Gargoyles

Gargoyles

She hates the gargoyles
On my tarot cards
A liquid sedative
Overeager to work on
Under the layers keeping
Us from crawling into
One another in winged needles
She hates the gargoyles
On my tarot cards
Expressed day after rescued day
Not for much longer do they
Stay or say their paces
Facing my foolish slumbers
A liquid sedative
Bound to their winged veins
She hates the gargoyles
On my tarot cards
Signs of our discomfort awakening

Poetry Wednesday – Sanguine

Sanguine

Your blood in my salt
Packed into my wounds
Prompting angels and demons
To bring me in near
Indecipherable speeches I hear
Wine speaks for me tonight
I leech my sanguine
Some times to avoid
All my surroundings
Closing in suffocating
Your blood in my salt
Packed into my wounds
Prompting angels and demons
To bring me in near
Just what I am looking
For on high while I
Lay myself out on the floor

Poetry Wednesday – Poppy Fields

Poppy Fields

Love nailed to my cross
I wait neglecting hope
In favor of disappointment
Building up my cross
Each arresting breath
Through warm poppy fields
Disappear among them in
Weakening walks I run
Love nailed to my cross
I wait neglecting cherish
In favor of false adoration
Building up my cross
Each arresting breath
Labored, anticipating sever
Through warm poppy fields

Poetry Wednesday – Taste

Taste

Taste the hands drinking
My darkness up with vigor
Put it back into embrace
When I come around again
Shimmy shake out along
Vines of forgotten leaders
I once counted out on
One handed severed limits
On midnight wizardry lands
Taste the hands wrestling
My darkness agitated with vigor
Put it back into holding
When I come around again
Shimmy shake out along
Vines of abandoned lovers
I once counted out on
One sacrificial palm extended
Over midnight wizardry lands