Forget-Me-Not

Yesterday I bought a pack of forget-me-not seeds
I planted them carefully
Today I drowned them casually in leftover green tea
before pouring myself a fresh cup.
It only makes sense
to smother the things you love.
I didn't forget the tiny seeds
alone in the dirt.
Fighting
for reasons to bud and blossom
into beautiful flowers.





-Carrie

Love is a Losing Game

I was inspired by a line of graffiti on a wall that said "Let's just pretend we never fucking met. Love is a losing game."

Love is a Losing Game
Love at first sight
may sound trite,
but it's true You know.
I've watched far too long,
dire  patience,
the pictures rolling by, movies.
It's my life.
Eyes wide open, Alex DeLarge.
Let's just pretend we never fucking met.
Love is a losing game.
Gone again,
and I don't even miss you


Stay Free
-Carrie

an exquisite corpse

a fun little game where a group of poets writes a line of poetry and then folds the paper so the next poet can't see the last line yielded some interesting results.

an Exquisite Corpse, March 19, 2016
In winter, sheets of ice and snowflakes slick,
oh my,
take it easy worry wart.
For example,
a retail vendor who internationally buys and sells
a blue diamond.
I wish I kept it
clean and organized.


Stay Free
-Carrie

California Droughts

At the Poetry Society of Colorado meeting on Saturday, we worked with some different techniques and means of finding inspiration from the cut-up to writing about abstract paintings. I have yet to come up with a title for this piece based on an abstract painting by an artist whose name escapes me right now...

Here goes...

Summers Pass
I am summer's passage, stifling.
The yellows trapping in,
the greens I push away,
tumbling in the wind
drifting across expansive highways
where no one is driving.

I am there,
where secret daisies bloom like the sun
sheltered from the human onslaught.

I am growth, upwards and onward.
Ever westward,
until the fields cease to produce stalks of wheat.

I am California droughts,
sunburned in summers past.



-Carrie

"Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry" -Jack Kerouac

Broken Time, second honorable mention

Second Honorable Mention (or message) in February's Members Only contest at the Poetry Society of Colorado.

I'm ecstatic to get to spend time once a month with some amazing writers. 

Stay Free

-Carrie

Aerosol Hiss

I began my Saturday with a few cups of hot coffee and the company of a group of amazing writers and poets. I cannot express how invaluable it is for me to share my work and get direct feedback. I shared one of my poems Aerosol Hiss that I wrote back when I still lived in Philadelphia, PA. It's one of my favorites that I like to keep in my back pocket. 

Aerosol Hiss

Charged air buzzes in stillness.

Keeping thieves’ hours, the city sleeps.

Your brown eyes glow,

under dark brimmed hat, outfitted in black,

laced uncertainty.

Tasker-Morris hazard lights stretch and invite,

serenity beckoning.

Steel streetlamps cast protective shadows

surrounding 

obtrusive pools of interrogator orange.

Dancing in veiled shroud,

You write your name on the wall

and disappear to obscurity.

Headlights and aerosol hiss.

Stay Free

-Carrie

Substitute Intimacy

97 covers in a variety of colors printed, 16 artist proof blissful fuck ups.

Available April 1, 2016. Stay tuned for pre-order!

Stay Free
-Carrie