THE WRITER HAS COMPANY

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PART 6

There is a nightmare under the Writer’s  bed

and I think it has teeth.

There is a nightmare hiding in her closet

and I think it has teeth.

 

Very long, very jagged, razor sharp teeth.

 

What does it feel like

when a nightmare bites you

with jagged, razor sharp teeth?

 

Tonight just before she falls asleep

I think her closet door’s hinges will

whisper to the Nightmares with teeth

” Is she dreaming about us?”

 

 

THE YELLOW HOUSE

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PART 4

The house on the corner used to be yellow

then it was pink and then it was blue and one day it was painted gray.

 

There were cherry trees out front and a holly tree out back

and a little grave by a fountain full of frogs.

 

The Writer who lives there never comes out

of the house that is now painted red.

 

There are curtains in the windows that are always closed

and the swing on the porch creaks when it rocks

like bones carefully finding their way

on worn wooden steps

up from the basement

of  a house

that used to be yellow

and is now painted red.

 

 

 

WHERE DID THEY GO?

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PART 3

There was a story  that haunted the house

that I’ve built inside of my head.

 

It was all about monsters and curses and gardener

named Erasmus

who always sings when he digs.

 

There is an abandoned fire

burning  on  a cold hearth

in the house

where my shadows used to live.

 

Riversleigh

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What lies beneath the cool green waters

of Riversleigh River?

Is it a face? Was that a hand reaching up for me as I looked down

into the waters that gently reached the riverbank

and rested there for a moment

before being pulled back out again?

I peered into the water and my face peered back

questioningly, I decided with annoyance.

Of course nothing lies quietly beneath the waters of Riversleigh River

I told myself sternly.

Its weighted down with rocks.

Big ones.

I should know.

I put them there myself.

( Inspired By The Riversleigh Journey By H.Blakey )