Category: tara caribou

Shame

the shame drips like tarslow and methodicalnever fully releasing its grip I am coated and coveredif I open my lipsit reveals itself withinmy eyes are coveredmy face downcast in the dark I attempt to hideturning off lightsrefusing eye contacthunching my shouldersturning away helpless, the… Continue Reading “Shame”

Exaltation No. 10 (Mercy)

Be gentle

Thin Ice

you reach deepwanting to feel goodwanting to feelsomethingyou bury yourselfin desirein speculation and metaphysicsin coming timesin what once wasin a grief never formedand because of thisyou lasso otherswithout intending towithout realizing itand they, too, become the reachthe reach forforfor something moreand I, I hold… Continue Reading “Thin Ice”

Exaltation No. 9

Having found a home, joy leaps.

Exaltation No. 8

your love encircles meslow train rides of memory, fleetinga picnic, perfect, ‘neath twisted branchesyou smile as you turn back,looking over your shoulder, quietly playfulfeed me as I drive or do dishessharing what you love with mewe can love it together, you insista sunrise, two… Continue Reading “Exaltation No. 8”

The Reed in the Wind

bend mebend mebend me overgentlydon’t break mesoft pushesmold megive me a chanceto bendto changeonly be patientbend medon’t break me(I fear I will shatter)don’t break mejust yet tara caribou | ©️ 2025 photo by me

The Gap

In the quiet outer realm.

The Fool

Oh fool! Fool!What a foolish girl!Follow your heartAnd be fooled!Tear out the roots!Cast down the cost!Believe that loveCan carry you through,Oh what a fool! It never changes,Does it?Comes the whisperSo painfully clear.It never, ever changes.You willNeverBe good enough.You will neverBe enough. The same foolish… Continue Reading “The Fool”

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