Evolving Emotions: Anticipation- Poetry

Here in the Wind


The wind drowns out the words

swirling, interweaving,

pulsing in my head


I stand at the top

with cars below

the honking is dizzying


Feet unsteady

legs limp

hands outstretching


An ambulance whines

obstructed by selfish drivers

consumed by oblivion


Frigid air

sets pimples on my skin

and escapes into the night


A cold sweat on my temples

ushered by my racing heart

and that knot in my stomach


I try to remember

what carried me here

to this moment

in the wind

Evolving Emotions: Anticipation

Looking ahead to the summer and Fall 2023 semester is intimidating but exciting! Don’t forget to live in the moment, learn all you can, and try to have fun in the process!

The best is yet to come. -Frank Sinatra
Pleasure is found first in anticipation, later in memory. -Gustave Flaubert
Vorfreude (n.) the joyful, intense anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures. -Matilda Tornquist

Evolving Emotions: Trust- Poetry

My Secret


You said my secret

was safe

in your locked box

made of rib bones


You said you bundled it up

in a cream-colored cloth

and tied it with string

so the pieces wouldn’t fall out


You said when you heard it

you took a key to your mouth

twisted it shut

and swallowed


Because there are listening ears

and sly fingers

there to consume


The secret that floats in my face

foaming from your mouth

between us and everyone


Where are the promises

the bond in the box

the oath tied with string


In the air with everything else

that you said was safe

in your locked box

made of rib bones

Evolving Emotions: Trust- Poetry



A gun to his heart

a bullet struck a rib on its way

to the living room wall


I knew a boy

struck by lightening in the third grade

and again in the fourth


In April my legs gave way

like a rainy day

I tumbled down the cliffside


I suspect she killed her husband

last autumn, in the evening

I heard crunching


A beam of light

cut through the tree line

and took the cow across the pier


I was birthed speaking

syllabic sentences

and passionate paragraphs


My first words were,

“Don’t trust a thing,”

because it’s pathological, I promise

Evolving Emotions: Trust- Poetry

All of It


I’ve got you

Don’t look down

at the enormity of it all

at everything to do

at everything you might not do

at everything you don’t want to do

at all the things you regret

at all the things you don’t

the mistakes

the failures

the greatest fears

the mortifying moments

and painful memories

that don’t dull like they should

in the cracks

of your deepest insecurities

where lies the secrets

I hold them too

Don’t look down

I’ve got you