Here and Now

Imagine I wonder if you are riding through the soft green mist of late spring the color of your eyes... Closing down my sleepy lids I breathe in joy giving it all away to you... I drop my head back lifting my gaze to the blinding white heavens  spinning above the clouds cover the expanse of sky so fully  I have to imagine the velvety blue beneath and I do... Angela Minard 2015©

Ocean Lullaby Have you ever been startled by your own sweet voice  as you awaken from a dream? Hauntingly strange and yet familiar shattering the silence of sleep as if you had never forgotten the lyrics  to your own soul She  was  here  for  a  breath before slipping beneath the waves The metallic taste of salt on your tongue like a symphony before drowning Angela Minard 2015©

The Ceiling Remembers You can't wait to get me off the phone and although your voice is sanity I let you go because I'm not even sure who speaks "Hold still!," she hisses I'm afraid of the shower in the basement mold grows... There is nowhere to get clean I let you go because I'm not even sure who speaks To my rosary beads: "Forgive me father, for I have sinned" over and over "I will not tell" Promising to forget how my eyes do not close and the ceiling remembers my secrets Angela Minard 2015©

Ashes to Ashes How can the heart beat in so many places all at once tiny fire little star Constellations  drowning in a midnight ocean Pulses of light  extinguished billions of years ago Merely a distant echo to be felt from lifetime to lifetime without ever connecting  We illuminate the infinite universe and with a single exhalation dust Angela Minard 2015© Photography by~ Stephanie Dalton Cowan

Runaway Train I will tell you that sometimes I'm the one who pulls the trigger observing the destination like a  runaway train that I cannot save Watching from a distance I hear "maybe this time" "maybe this time" chugging in my ears Your mouth opens wide but I do nothing There is gravel embedded in your tiny knees "crying and begging will get you  nowhere" I say making funny faces until you finally  giggle We are nowhere together I learned the hard way that pickle juice isn't for babies but we were out of milk and you were crying so hard Forever can last months and months until suddenly you are in a different place and the rumbling of the train in your sleep jolts you awake Angela Minard 2015©

Touch I knew exactly where it was hiding beneath my sternum  longing to reach inside fingers searching for the center of the wound I wanted to press into the ache until it radiated throughout my entire body begging to see the poison some confirmation of damage I remembered playing my bones like an instrument in the darkness my fingertips dipping into the hollowness I knew exactly where it should have been but there was nothing to soothe Now, buried underneath this flesh breathing its own breath alive I still cannot capture this pain Angela Minard 2015©

The Shadow Self Searching for hidden meanings  behind the words every glance and gesture dissected proof that you can see beyond the facade beneath the complicated orchestration a dissonant chord  awaiting resolution Angela Minard 2015©