Tag Archive: identity

Cherita August 10, 2017

The bird on the holly bush

Low to the ground singing
to elders in alder branches

From your vantage, do you see hope?
Show me then, where to fly
Pray, please guide me

Chagall 2017

Triptych: State of the Union

The depth and richness of human
ignorance is awe-inspiring

Old school hippies smoked pot at the bandshell:
what’s left of it, just ain’t right

Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
I don’t much care where.
Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

From the Rocking Chair

Lavender amulets tattooed on her legs, release their scent, tender zeal,
a vernal pool. Approach me my melancholy rockabye baby, cuddle up,
never turn blue.

© Chagall ∞


I was your sister, you were older, I listened,
I thought you knew things I might need to know
even though you often said so very little, and
in the end I want you to know I will miss you,
I am younger, oddly no wiser, I regret you not
having known me better, as I you.

© Chagall ∞

Off Of My Cloud

Melting pots aren’t all the same.
Go find your own.

© Chagall ∞


I’m not coming out, but I will invite you in;
today we’re serving sliced-twice fried rainbow.

© Chagall ∞

A Chorus V(o)ice

Fountains in the monsoon retain their poise,
the shape of their intended spume, the refraction
of light on water rainbows while a misted plume
seeks the space to assert itself.

© Chagall ∞

Kafka’s Doorway

Excited – coming out! I turn the knob,
step through and find, the rear of another closet.

© Chagall 2017


Mistaken that I was mistook;
they knew exactly who I am.

© Chagall 2016

Unsung Hero

She’s serving her country
since she’s young she has
shitty maintenance shifts
hours till dawn on the tarmac
guys give her crap all night
makes her long for home plus
she’s trying to finish up on-line
credits just shy of her bachelors
she was smart they all said
lately she’s been feeling
that way again with so much hope
for new starts going around
these days she prays more than wishes
she’ll find home again

Chagall 2016

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