by Camilla Jean If I watched myself on video,I’d see myself gluedto the computer screen,eyes scanning,hands occasionally typing,using the mouse,Googling to find answersto every problem you’re facing(it’s so easy for me…),while completely ignoring my own. And there are several half-emptycoffee cups and soda cansand random books and billscluttering the rest of my unattended desk top.Continue reading “Banker’s Lamp”
by Camilla Jean Welsch “Well, then, don’t answer the phone,” I say to myself. It’s too cold to touch. Maybe I should wait until the frost doesn’t make my hand stick to the receiver. “No one has phones like that anymore,” you say. You say, “Nowadays they’re constantly on, and always warm to touch.” IContinue reading “Rotary Phone”
by Camilla Jean Welsch I was trying hard to figure out my plan. I sat bunching my pants with my hands, and thought: “maybe I can’t figure it out…” even with all the machination of my brain, and I dropped down my head, in acknowledgment. And then God said, “Just be your good self.” That’sContinue reading “Lightly”
by Camilla Jean I am finding myself again, I am finding myself again wondering, then questioning, the fiber of my truth about myself about love about sacrifice and the ultimate bond of: “I will always be here to care for you, no matter what.” Which is the best promise a person can make. (And byContinue reading “Finding Myself Again”
by Camilla Jean Maybe it is new, but won’t I bicker with him eventually? And won’t we look at each other with grooming eyes? And won’t we criticize each other’s eating at some point? And clothing And philosophy And morals And taste in art? Oh, I don’t know whether we should begin at the startContinue reading “New Couple”
by Camilla Jean He doesn’t write much, but he knows stuff. Too much stuff to write, probably.
by little camilla jean Forward fold. (He actually wasn’t nice to me…) Hands to elbows. Rag doll. Nod yes, shake no. (He used my secrets indiscreetly…) I lift halfway and place palms on thighs, crown forward like I’m supposed to. (He used me.) I forward fold. Now I have to rise, feeling every vertebra asContinue reading “Forward Fold”
by Camilla Jean Welsch What’s that? The key to an apartment in which I don’t live. It has a balcony on the 2nd floor and a half, and soft white linens, and pale throws, and on the bed are baby clothes, and the woman living there is a single mother. It comes as a premonitionContinue reading “Supposedly”
by Camilla Jean Welsch The unexpected snowflakes were actually fairiesamong lilac and hawthorn blossoms,glistening in the sun,and they clung, embracing one another in spring celebration,occasionally drifting apart and falling on napes of necks of passersby,or melting lightly into large puddles that welcomed furred feet of varying size,and caused humans to hop aside, afraid of saturation,whichContinue reading “April Fairies”
by Camilla Jean Welsch I am not sure there’s any logic in it…but I’m only happy ifI’m writing poetry.