I spent an eternity in loveโs shadow, brokenness. Painful aberrations,ย noiseless hallways and nightmare promisesโfear. Emerging into being,ย trauma-trapped body remembersย the feeling.
My father a talisman of probability and of broken hope, found underneath a staircase drunk on October rain.
A teacher who left probability aside in favor of developing brokenness into the night โ he fashioned emotions into sleeves of tears held at bay a dam no one wants to make.
It is a skill learned out of survival when we feel like a mistake, and a burden to life and to an imagined view staring back at me in the mirror โ You.
Recently I sent two poems to Rust & Moth, an amazing online poetry journal. While both were rejected, it reminded me that acceptance lives inside rejection, and is part of the writing process. It also reminded me to continue to pursue new topics and feelings in my writing. October Rain is a poem that explores both of these.
White-tipped Waves, by C.X. Turner
cradling the light I didnโt ever hope to find you
wave after wave breaking down
retreating with the tide
awash with past mistakes in an ocean of loss
love came to remind me take me with you but let me go
I contemplate the seasons you and I went through
find myself inland on foreign soil alone yet not lonely
discover peaceful opportunities to carry light however deep the fight
I am excited to announce that my poem, Glowing Sunrise is now available at Spillwords Press. A big thank you to Dagmara K., and the whole team at Spillwords for publishing this piece, and for their continued support.
Blood Sky
I sit with my mind realizing
the names and forms
dawning like the sun, were given to me as a child
conditioning for saleโฆ
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
I am pleased to announce that my poem, stone colored glass, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. Thank you to Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support and for publishing this piece.
stone colored glass
I often think about the past itโs like looking through stone colored glass
hazy, and filled with trauma, a cold place inside my chest
lingering among flowers, thought and feeling
reconcile meโฆ
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, fiery lake, is now available atMasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
fiery lake
love lives in each heartbeat and breath
we take, regardless of past mistakes
and the pain we rake
like mist that takes me on a tripโฆ
I would be honored if youwould go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
inside the dew drop known to me as you glistening and shimmering
with a vibrancy at noon we dance under the umbrella sky
tinged with blue
and await the love living inside our brambles of truth
I had a personal issue arise last evening, which is requiring my attention. Please know the family and I are safe. I will respond to your beautiful comments and reflections, and visit your sites as soon as I am able. Sending love and blessings to all of you.