Spit mixed with dirt – Muddy words flow
My friend Michael nominated me last month and asked all sorts of interesting questions of his nominees. I’m sorry to report that I’m too boring to have answers for all eleven of his Q’s, but I did my best. I hope you enjoyed this… Continue Reading “Sunshine Blogger Award”
The dread of nightwhere I lay alone in the darkand the abyss presses inand small soundsbecome largeand my lonelinessbecomes unbearableand there’s no reprieve. Only me. In my mind it’s allpine needlesdampnessand a gentle sobbing in the distance And the dread deepens. tara caribou |… Continue Reading “The Dread of Night”
windsweptI look withinmelt snow on my skinready for new life can love truly heal all wounds and hurts tara caribou | ©️2026 photo by me
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”
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”
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