we are dragging the weight of years behind us beasts of burden with stories and history living for the sweet moments we can relive when reunited we are bringing other people into the story we are changing with every little…
Category: Poetry
when I was a child this was second home. I knew that I was safe here that I could express myself even though I was also tested. when I became older we used to sing in the dark and use…
Over at Nineteen Months (the site that I founded and now run with my friend Caitlin), we had 19 day project of words from various authors about the Baha’i Fast, and Caitlin organized it all. She put it together in…
my daughter, my daughter… never let the conventional wisdom of the masses fool you into complacency when it comes to the sacredness of your body and your soul my sister, my sister… your experiences in life are yours are real…
do not dwell on this darkness this depth of winter in the heart there is such wonder on the other side of it do not hold on with shaking hands and screaming heart there is no redemption there. the chilling…
there is a perfect moment of silent bliss when my head falls to your shoulder and the train shudders on the track and the world stands still for us or when you surprise me with the tiniest thing tell me…
Don’t look too closely at the mirror Shy away from the picking and the choosing The farewell sighs of youth We cry and wail at the slightest things We look so closely and then we fall Don’t look so closely…
I have never felt a greater need for silence than right now. A great need to bury myself in a cocoon of books and tea, I dream of warm sunlit beaches and time between us.
I wanted to write a story about everything the pieces of days taking over the peaceful nights where your voice keeps me going how quickly time passes and how very little time has passed. We are building up moments to…
we are an entire generation silent we are here to serve, to work, to strive we are silenced we raise our hands to voice concern we raise our voices to fight injustice we are silenced our brothers and sisters are…
she is watching the ground rushing toward her, a free-fall of joyful absolution. she is wrapped in trust. she is watching with her eyes closed. once there was a story in her head about the possibilities and then time took…
I can’t stop thinking that this is something I should pay attention to. I haven’t written in what seems like years…thought it was because I was happy but happiness doesn’t stop the flow of words that spill out of me…
A friend shared this poem by Baha’u’llah with me, which I had never heard, and I wanted to post it here. —————— The following was told by ‘Abdu’l-Bahá to the friends at Abu-Sinan in 1915. Whilst at Baghdad many learned…
so sweet and quiet. i’ll take the mosquitoes at dusk and the green grass, the park as the sun sets. i will close my eyes as the waves wash over me…i can’t look straight at the sun. i’ll take starlit…
the windows are open i can taste the rain and the heavy air is weighing on me so close to everything and yet… everything is a dream now. i am not sure if i welcome the rain or not. the…
Starting this, I am walking down a new path we once dreamed of this freedom this chance to begin again. To step outside ourselves look down to where our feet touch the ground keep them moving and remember the stories….
I found this old post from December 10, 2003, and it made me smile, remembering the college days and how very horrible I was at test-taking (and apparently at writing odes). I don’t know why I put it in the…
I can almost feel the soft summer there is a murmur, a promise in our words we can plan and scheme and the whole world sees but mostly it is just between you and me. One day we will be…
She hasn’t heard your voice in years and years the softly whispered tones She had enough of the lovely tears and every night alone. She hasn’t slept with peaceful dreams there has not been a moment’s rest She struggled with…
I am only writing in my head. The words stop at my lips, stop at the line that separates my tongue from the air of the world and I stop. come on come on now We’re sleeping on our feet…
start. stop. stuttering. my heart crashes into the pit of my stomach I might forget for 5 minutes, or an hour, and then it all rushes back. in circular thought I spin in dreams we claw through mud as thick…
after the storm is this, the lingering headache and colors I run through the thundering waters the sky’s tears, the sky’s laughter the steady beat tapping out too soon subsiding in exhaustion. wait, wait! In every tiny reflection, in every…
in knots the strings are slipping round we passed by the dreaming trees and the childhood things. stepping down from palaces in daylight the world is harsher the words we say are the way it is we’re in denial without…
I am still here. In silence with the water forming lakes around my boots, with the golden red leaves forming islands around my feet. I am…in a few places at once. With tall buildings, cold people, fascinating streets (that dream…
It seems like there is almost a reaching toward a not quite there feeling… we’re staring off into the distance, hoping for an answer. really, I was floating in this dream a soft, sunny place that reflected my heart and…
I wait in silence as they whisper a thousand shouting voices drowning out the sounds of every love they have ever known I wait in heartbeats as they plunder the only things of worth they have ever owned And in…
for in your eyes a thousand stars stared down at me the world spun around the clouds in a perfect sky with a perfect sea and you all around me time slipped through, down and never existed time waited, stopped,…
This is not what I wanted (words against the walls of my heart, burrowed under my skin) I am trying and failing and trying… I am strong until I come up against you and I fail. I fail to be…
Stars, you are unfortunate, I pity you, Beautiful as you are, shining in your glory, Who guide seafaring men through stress and peril And have no recompense from gods or mortals, Love you do not, nor do you know what…
I thought that those whispered words were enough, that we could always eat blueberries at sunset and our stories would sustain us. you found me and lost me in moments in between secrets and the alarm clock in the morning…