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Tag : Poetry

07 Jul 2018

Today…Yesterday… Tomorrow #2

Today… Was like a postcard from a friend A few words to lift me up On a day I’d never met A gesture to jettison the grownup   Yesterday… Was like a wide-eyed mirror Rousing tomorrow’s blood But still nothing seems clear What’s here, returned, left of me Tomorrow… Brings up a smile lost in the shadows The release of nothing matters A long climb out the window To reimagine the internal rafters.   Part 1 here   Natalie resides […]

06 Jul 2018

Today…Yesterday…Tomorrow

Today… Feels like every Forgotten shower All these things Could be so easy Just spin that hour In your extinct eye   Yesterday… Burned all my fingers On that loud, heavy slaphappy stinger nearly shattered each flower of flesh Yeah it matters   Tomorrow… Knocking at my Doorstep You with your lips On every fret Leave these strings Uncut It becomes easy To forget When there is Warm breath left.     Part 2 here Natalie resides in Peoria, Arizona, […]

22 Jun 2018

Net of Nightmares

With all my bouncing between desolation and The Spark You hear me… all my stories and all my secrets You see me… all my scars and all my spirits and when I sink in the net of my nightmares you unravel me in the dark… And when our touches are torn apart, scattering like wind they travel as sound on every ancient highway…   Natalie resides in Peoria, Arizona, with her husband, two children, and two dogs. Her artistic journey […]

30 Apr 2018

The Darkest Blue is Gray

The disappearing sun tattoes me with shadows through the window of tomorrow’s rerun.   My mind undone across living pillows, my soul mended on an accidental headrest… Holding life untrodden.   Dreams of fire and forgotten indifference calm the storm’s chest. The rain repeats… the darkest blue is gray.   Natalie resides in Peoria, Arizona, with her husband, two children, and two dogs. Her artistic journey has taken many twists and turns but photography and writing have become the primary […]

18 Apr 2018

“all of my maps have been overthrown…”

“all of my maps have been overthrown…” -Wilco You Are My Face

18 Apr 2018

time itself ages

to find myself filling up these worn out places inside here time itself ages industrial minds as I open and close the shades I’m with my end of rainbow .  

10 Apr 2018

Mind Traffic

Unmoving in mind traffic, the mouth grows tape. Tongues twist to braids. Only in the depths of sleep, is speak easy, and the last silent word floats away.    

22 Mar 2018

Hotel Vendome

Still at home, I’m still home But I should have known I should have known That I didn’t know…   The room is waiting It’s dark illuminating My visions are hanging Hanging on my bones On my bones…   Time is a turning key Staying and leaving In room seventeen Will I sleep? Will I sleep?   One, two, a million-and-three My mind becomes the black sea My legs tied to the queen Tied to the king Untied to the […]

07 Mar 2018

falling…floating…

  Falling falling… I reach for your open hand but it is only a feather. Between the sky and sand we enter the warmest wind. Floating, Floating…       Natalie resides in Peoria, Arizona, with her husband, two children, and two dogs. Her artistic journey has taken many twists and turns but photography and writing have become the primary outlets for her artistic expression. She is an artist at Offset.com.   Her work/photography has been published by Lensbaby, Beyond […]

05 Mar 2018

The Edge of Thoughts

The edge of thoughts… those words absent in talk become breaths under blankets warming up the mind cuts healing cast in the plea of shadows on pillows of repose.       Natalie resides in Peoria, Arizona, with her husband, two children, and two dogs. Her artistic journey has taken many twists and turns but photography and writing have become the primary outlets for her artistic expression. She is an artist at Offset.com.   Her work/photography has been published by […]