Category: Poetry
Pathfinder
by Josie
A crowded smile in the middle of the street. Waiting for someone to come pat me on the neck and get that blood flowing. Faucets of lifedrenching the crosswalk and not a soul crossing—Lost and found on a Sunday morning. What a time to remember being born, to taste the earthinessof wilting sunshine between low coastal fog. Do the leaves always scatter so, tossed like halloween candy from an … Read More Pathfinder
Hands Together
by Josie
I want to hold all things at oncecaught snug between forefinger and thumb.To never let a tear slink itself down the chalky contours of an empty face. The wave ———— rears up in angst to crashdelayed ————— upon the whole heart of the surfer who waits ———– trusting no one around her. Havethe lessons ———- been written yet that need to be learned.Oh, little mouse. You’ve taught … Read More Hands Together
+ Artwork, Bold, Nature, North America, Poetry
Thus Should Have Ended Our Travels
by Josie
dust bidden and stronger for itwith arm muscles wide enough to carry the coastal world upon untired shoulders, an indefatigable grin lightly on the brow. Yet be it that a swooping wasteland came to knock the rubber right off her rampaging, unlimited upon the full scope of the soul. Broken. Sorely borrowed.To become cowards in moments like theseis the real pity. To raise the chin once more and begin again … Read More Thus Should Have Ended Our Travels
Tall Orders
by Josie
A horse and her rider lay prone on a glassy hill. Trace a finger down the slope and we come to TheBase—which in this case we may simply call The Problem. The horse keeps her head down but the rider sits up, placing two shiny palms againstthe slipperiness of the hill. She sees something like the aftermath of a supernova, the early immigrationsof the English folk and realizes—deeply—where … Read More Tall Orders
Raw Materials
by Josie
Every tree in the orchard dangles ripely, unjustly dripping luscious fruit the size of four hands. The imposter sits, supremely still, in the midst of it all and gazes upon the garden scene. The kale is full to overflowing; the carrots are digging a well for themselves; the rabbits have compounded labor for a new wire fence and the imposter gazes down at her hands. These hands? Only two hands. What’s the … Read More Raw Materials
Voyages of a Footfall
by Josie
Voyages of a footfall in late November in the woods west of Kansas City. Boot treadthe color of faded apple dust, scenting like a coon hound the wizened mushroom stumps of a wild summer. I’m not quite surewhere I am, until I reach the pond — then my black gloved hands gently nursea calm hello to the bark of the dogwoods that line the scummy lagoon like sentries. In the … Read More Voyages of a Footfall
+ Hawaii, Nature, North America, Poetry
Balanced
by Josie
Look out the window sometime; with the bold winds dancing throughthe Banyan trees it’s pretty in a lanced way, a little bodega in the neighborhood-way. From the balcony, I can hear gentle laughter of soccer boys and soccer girls kicking dogwood trees instead of soccer balls. Damn, if it doesn’t get me every time. If I were older, I would have fled the sceneand left the dimes and dollars for a … Read More Balanced
Blue Jays
by Josie
Tough. (I don’t feel tough though, my tongue is on the gritty floor and covered in dirt anddebris from a weekend of debauchery. I don’t feel anything other than tired.) I’m told the blue jays mate even when they’re dying, as if evolution could not hold a reverent bow for the last breath of an angry bird. Supposedly that attitude was in the contract I signed a year ago, though the … Read More Blue Jays
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