New Dress

last night they got me a brand-new dress
all silk and green and ribbons
today I am draped in its cloth, my hair twisted and braided
I feel perfect; I want to fly
but I
I am a flightless bird
who hears but cannot speak a word
and pretty dresses, I know, were meant for more
than twirling and giggling across the floor
up late – at my first party –
but for what more
I cannot guess
tonight, at six years old



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Forever in Fantasy

I used to believe in forever, but forever’s too good to be true. 

Yet still I remember using forever, forever when thinking of you.

‘Cause you promised me summer would come back around, every year –

and you’d never, ever, forget me, old bear.

But sometimes the winters got just too long, and I sort of forgot –

And I dropped a few things along the way…

things that you sought.

Because you found me again, and you held out your hand:

“You, it seems – you’ve lost your muchness – so come back to wonderland.”

Then you promised adventure and dancing, and treacle too

so I followed you

until I outgrew that land, and all  it had

perhaps too fast.

Wandered alone a few miles

and things turned gray for a while

Until – I stumbled out my door onto the road

That asked to lead me home

back to you

Because now you promised starlight; you promised song

Now you promised me a reason to go on.

And you always knew what was in my soul

and you taught me all I need to know:

“Never laugh at live dragons” you said

and because I’d never seen one, I believed

you told me to follow the setting sun; and you taught me the songs of the stars and the trees.

And when I asked, “where are the mountains?

Where is my there, and back again?”

And no answer came, and I was angry, and I thought you’d broken your word

because the moonlight wavered

And was cold.

And I came to you crying and I said

“Where is the dragon? Where are the answers? Where is the untrodden path?”

And finally you turned and said

“My girl, I never promised that.”

So now it’s left to me, to pick up all the threads

and begin again

But not the same; not unchanged;

And not alone. Never.

Since you were with me every day, and will be




Quotes by A. A. Milne, Lewis Carroll, and  J. R. R. Tolkien
Picture by Alan Lee
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I wanted to write a song

about the waves that crash upon my dreams in the darkness

and about the stars that fall simmering through the sky to march upon my pillow

and about the warm sand and the cool air and the dark heavens

and all the places of the mind

but the tune disintegrated

like so much dust

at the breath that woke me

in one moment of soft gray rainfall

before eyes open and dreams vanish

I heard only a scattered dew of notes

and my pen fell from my hand


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