ColetteRageIn a fit of helpless-two-year-old exasperation/rage/frustration expressing itself through my 51-year-old body, I flung my glasses.5 min read·Jan 3, 2024--1--1
ColetteinThis Glorious MessChasing Rainbows and BalanceMy legs cross, knees at equal heights. My eyes close. My sense of touch intensifies, and I rearrange my butt cheeks, for even distribution…4 min read·Sep 19, 2017--3--3
ColetteinPoetry Under CoverLet’s take it slow, honeyLet’s take it slow, honey, break it down to moments, strokes, beats, so that we don’t miss one1 min read·Aug 3, 2017--4--4
ColetteinPoets UnlimitedGive it to me trueDo not me sugar glaze with your candy coating ways.1 min read·Jun 28, 2017--3--3
ColetteinPoets UnlimitedNeedFlexible little rubber suctions on greedy tentacles, arranging and wrapping themselves around their beloved host, morphing, bending…1 min read·Jun 28, 2017--1--1
ColettePretty little thing called morphineHe is smiling, one eye barely open, the other a little more.2 min read·Jun 27, 2017--3--3
ColetteinPoets UnlimitedMotherShe lives in the bay leaf tree outside her kitchen door, in the greenhouse of orchids that bloom so eagerly.1 min read·Jun 26, 2017--3--3