Category Archives: Poetry

The Truth That Lives Inside Me

The Truth that lives inside me
is small
furred
long legged
with cloven hooves
and a
little stump tail

it’s eyes are golden
and can see through anything

it knows nothing of
tomorrow
or later
or never

but knows

every act of Truth
you or i
will ever witness.

It’s tongue is red
and sometimes black
when it has
a lot
to say about
our dancing in the moonlight
with the snow flakes
and the butter flies
and the long whip tipped grasses

and even when
it is silent
it is still telling me
everything I would ever
need to know

and plenty of what
I wish not to know

the Truth that lives inside me
is small
tucked up snug
in my womb
where it can hear
the rhythm
of my living
the pacing of
my moving through
this moment
into
this moment
and now
this moment
too

the lub dub
and hum
of pumping
and breathing
lub
dub
and breath.

it shivers
and stretches
and slowly
turns over
and my womb
it’s home
contracts and holds it

safety in warm
dark
tight fit places

the truth that lives inside me
is small
and determined
and may fool you with
its doe brown eyes
and gently curving smile
and it’s kindness

no doubt sincere

but so too
are it’s teeth

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Because it can’t be about rape all the time…

A little diversion…

I’m putting together a book of my poetry, to be published by me via my handy dandy canon printer.  I want to have 13 copies ready by this weekend.

Ouch.

So this is my break from that because HOLY CRAP TRYING TO DESIGN A BOOK LAYOUT IN FLIPPING OPEN OFFICE IS NOT EASY AND VERY TIME CONSUMING!!!

For a long time the thought of being published has crossed my mind in this haphazard, would be nice some day, sort of way.  The reasons for not ever actually doing it are simple; money, time and effort.  And then the real reason is, who buys poetry?  Especially poetry from a nobody?  Pretty much no one.  So the cost of publication, the time involved and the risk, the vulnerability, the aching fear of the world rejecting me by not even seeing me… Just hasn’t seemed worth it.

And yet each time I post a poem on facebook people kinda lose their minds.  Not kidding.  It’s sort of silly really.

So here I am trying to figure out how to do a layout in open office.  It’s a serious pain in the ass and I’m really reconsidering my original idea of just printing them out and cutting and pasting then photo copying.  Sounds tedious but believe me, much easier than doing it on the computer.

Anyhow… so… I’m gonna post a poem here.

Because this place is about my survival, so it can’t be about being hurt all the time.  It’s about healing the hurt and poetry has been a life line at times.  So… here we go.

giddy up.