Tag Archives: Baseball
She Really Is
She is not He
Nor an It or an If
She is Where It’s At, Has Always Been, and Forever More Will Be
Where If Goes To Become
She is Where He Needs To Be Attending To
She Really Is
She Is Peaches and Mittens
August Fire, Mountain Avalanche
She Is Baseball and Criminal
There’s no more Not Knowing Such Love
She Is Leading Me
Past Time: Her Haiku
Fuck this very zoo
Where captivity drives you
To regret your eyes
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Consecrated Girl
Born for a time such as this
You have been called up
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Equal in this pen
Harken back now to the days
‘fore you suffered snakes
Original Inspiration Credit:
“The determination of thy will shall be yielded to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee.”
– Genesis 3:16
“[F]or if you remain silent at this time…you and your family will perish…who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?”
– Esther 4:14
Wonder Frog: A Haiku
Has my song struck out
Whistled ribbit-rhythm sunken
Never to ascend?
Rod & Reel
Move amongst who’s quick to quip
“I love you,” and the like
Together, if even apart
Find yourself offering up applause
Whether they crush it
Whether they barely manage a tick
An, “atta boy”
An, “atta girl”
In this life and beyond
Brave: A Haiku
Make you move mountains
Love me like a big-leaguer
Make you run not walk
Solstice in June
Life I don’t recognize
Here nonetheless
Borne out of The Summer of Love
My first days
My always
Enamored with Solstice in June
Seek True North with me
Kick ass in the dugout with me
Help make love familiar again
Holding Space
Would that all who’d seen fit
To have been unkind to me
Have their childhood wounds healed
Here, look from my window
Flower and vegetable gardens
Fruit tree and fire pit
Baseball, my love, baseball
Swipe Left
Right this
Take us back to the shallow meeting place
To before the gravity of what was never a simple baseball game
Delete January
My I Love You
Your I Do Love You Too
Swipe left on me
Be unaccountable, actually
Take us to before November
To when we were less than digital
To when I was not here alone in your deep
Blackbird
I’ll never trust your eyes
Always flashing early, often
Happy speaking lies against a good, good heart
I trust the strangers
Never needing to have seen
Somehow know the truth of me
I trust the front-yard flowers, too
Sometimes August-blooming poppies
Just for me, in June instead