Intensify After my dream Looping in heaven Crashing to earth Drinks on the beach But cycles teach my hopefuls to die. Why is it easier to remember than to forget? One thing I remember Is everything dies. So Did it die? Or is it just sleeping? Or is that my hopefuls Again beating the horse.
Evening dawned. The red sky faded to purple, to black. The artificial light from the quiet little room intensified as the sun descended into the deep. Just outside the window, the world disappeared into black. On the inside of the glass, false brightness made the gloom more forbidding. Blankets and pillows, space heaters and rugs… Continue reading Out of Body Breath
Escaping to nothing. Floating in the blackness of the ocean. The pitch wet pricked under the back of her hair. Rushing chills from her neck, down the skin, inside her spine, scraping the icicles over each and every vertebrae. In an unknown empty where she couldn’t see what was coming, swimming, under the slicked oil… Continue reading To Nothing
Mountains of colored paper, wrinkled and ripped, pushed behind the aging tree. Yesterday’s sparkling lights now highlight the dry needles, littering the floor where the presents used to be. Imprints of bows crease the useless frayed ribbons hidden beneath that pile of past promises. That once exciting horizon of a joyful Christmas has quickly darkened… Continue reading When Christmas is Over
A wet warm breeze blew the last of the raindrops across the sky. After an hour of drizzling darkness, the clouds began to glow a shade lighter. Even though the sound of the rushing drains fooled my mind into thinking it was still raining, my dry cheeks informed me differently. The thunderstorm was over and… Continue reading Chasing Rainbows
It gets cold. slowly. First a chill on the tip of the nose and a numb little toe. And it cuts a little deeper inside, the darker it gets. A few minutes past sundown and the air is ice. Not only threatening from the shadows, but now stabbing from the inside. Of her throat. Down… Continue reading Cold Hope
The new self reflective worry. The latest social conspiracy that she now has to wonder about. The most recent awakening to victimization, that has to reach down deep and test the soul. What if they are talking about her. What if she became caught up in something that she never saw coming. What if she,… Continue reading Chosen Vulnerability
They never see it coming. Because she was beautiful in every way, to those in her care. She held them when they shivered. She warmed them with her patient attention and chicken pot pie. She was the constant in the darkness. She was the answer to their frantic cries. And they’ve never thought of life… Continue reading Dying Women
Cindy Koch 