• Poetry

    holding

    i remember a morning when you asked if you could go, too you were soft and i was soft it was softly early long before the midday heat and the breeze was blowing my skirt almost as if i could…

  • Poetry

    To a Sad Friend

    You’re all oystered up, The grain of sand in your tender flesh Turning pain into trauma. (What pearls emerge from irritation! What strength from bitter weakness!) Sweet seed pearl, friend, The shadows from your eyes Arouse my own cruel ghosts.…

  • Poetry

    The Flower Girl

    Unknown days before the wedding Aunt Ann permed her hair, with “Just a little extra tug” to ensure each curl, But a tough ouch for such a small girl. A fragment of an aisle memory (One meticulous petal at a…

  • Poetry

    Table For One

    Bless this precious solitude Oasis of privacy and peace The gateway to my center No reservation required, To feast upon such comfort-joy Awakens deeper hunger pangs Yearnings strong and tender rise Toward a union forged in grace, While moon and…

  • Poetry

    Peony Petals

    Today I am touched By the softness of living, Silky movements Shimmering moments, Melting all the way into The gentle purr of love’s caress.     © 2021 Gail Barrie    

  • Poetry

    Bluebird of Happiness

    In ’45 a hit song flew On radio’s magic wing. Indigo airwaves, azure quarks Did “Bluebird of Happiness” bring. With longing heart, an echo lofts Like pure cerulean light. From desire’s transient nest Joy takes a fledgling flight. Climbing, diving,…

  • Poetry

    Memory’s Embrace

    My moth-eaten memory remains, Despite frays, a warm garment. I share some fabrications with my brothers That we hand-me-downed to our baby sister. The clothes make the man (or woman, or child). The designer was a family committee. When we…

  • Poetry

    Once More, Beauty

    Make yourself at home Within the heart of beauty Where all are truly welcome And life smiles sweetly Upon every little thing Let yourself relax Into the heart of beauty Where peace calls your name And joy rises with delight…

  • Poetry

    Wind Horse Hug

    Oh to ride the Santa Ana current Of a deep deep hug That electrifies my cells. Where is my flying wind horse Now masked by social distance? Oh to breathe into a deep deep hug. I wait for wings of…