poems & doodles

a poem/doodle every day for an undisclosed number of days

haunting/56

my body is the
house, haunted
by all the things
i didn’t become.

***

6/30 Poem Every Day

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vampires & streetlamps/55

in a town across the river
there’s a vampire who
it was rumored
liked to spend
nights basking
in the glow of our
county’s solitary
street lamp.

he stands,
they said
with face
upturned, eyes
shut, cape
catching in
the wind,
remembering
the warmth
of the sun.

i saw him once.
unmoving in the puddle
of warm, orange glow.
his alabaster
cheeks reflected
a moonlit blue,
cut high and sharp
like a cliff. he exhaled
slow, purring in
perfect pitch
with the low
hum flowing
through the lamp,
contented.

soon after,
the bulb burnt
out.

and
rumor has it,
no one
ever saw him
again.

***

5/30 Poem Every Day

repeat/54

type. copy. fax. repeat.
type. cry. fact. repeat.
gripe. copy. fax. repeat.
type. cry. crack. repeat.
sigh. copy. stacks. repeat.

lunch

type. copy. tax. repeat.
snap. compose. detract. repeat.
trap. cry. slack. repeat.
type. apply.scrap. repeat.
try. breathe. relax. retreat.

***

4/30 Poem Every Day

connect/53

there has never
been a
constellation
as beautiful as
the scatter on
your shoulders
when you’ve slept
in a bed
full
of crumbs.

***

3/30 Poem Every Day

 

break/52

sunlight spills through
the kitchen window,
diffused by the swaying
panels of sheers
listlessly hung
like a
young branch, snapped
too soon –
weak from the
the weight of spring snow.

steam billows
from the surface of
a coffee cup whose rim
is untouched
and the smear of raspberry
jam glistens,
seeds suspended
like jewels,
kept
like secrets.

and here,
the light is just right —
transforming into
gold tipped dust, landing
on the viscid of
melted ruby.

no one knows why
she left the breakfast table
set.

and no one knows
quite how
she hung
like those sheers:
listless,
untouched,
transforming the light
to dust.

***

2/30 Poem Every Day

ghosts/51

in the ghost town
the ghosts often
wonder what the
living are so afraid
of.

“like caterpillars
afraid of butterflies,”
they think,
forever choosing a slow
and steady inch over
flight.

***

1/30 Poem Every Day

Macho Man’s Theater Recommendations

My sweetheart made this great cartoon encouraging folks to come see The Three Leaches show this weekend!

http://www.thethreeleaches.com/tickets if you’re interested!

Leonard Cartoons

Just something I did for practice and fun for my lady’s theater.

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dogear/50

he dogears the pages
of books he knows
he’ll never finish
because his footsteps
are buried beneath
the gold-tipped dust
that crept in with the
hours and
spread like sick

and he really doesn’t know
how else to tell them

“i was here.”

hirsute/49

Hi folks,

I wrote a (very) short story that was published over at 101words.org:

https://www.101words.org/hirsute/

I encourage everyone to check out the site – there are some great works of flash fiction happening there :).

xo,
Amber

like burnt/48

i leave the way
things burn.

quickly,
mercilessly,
abandoning everything,
    my once-favorite things
in the haze;
where the only path
to me
is the trail of ash
from me.

i do not look back.

but sometimes
i wake
in the middle of the night,
my hands and hair
the very sheets
crumpled at my feet,
smelling

familiar.

like burnt
and smoke. and
you.

***

Part 3 of 3, inspired by the Weekly Writing Challenge over at hirecord.org:

http://www.hitrecord.org/records/1912608