O Brother Where Art Thou Cookie? Remix

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Freedom Undisputed

One, click-click.

Two, click-click.

In time with his powerful

Hooves striking the

Soft dirt his

Sides heave, sweat

Darkens his white spots and

Beads down his brow in

A reflection of mine.

I hit the saddle, a methodical

Padding like the sound of

A ball striking a mitt.

His teeth roll

Against the bit,

My legs stretch down, straining.

I sit,

Kick,

Fly.

The spaces between the hoof

beats spread,

my body defies gravity,

shooting horizontally with

a rocking motion

from his muscled legs

propelling forward

over dark unscathed ground.

An unstoppable force

Under my still hands.

I tuck my legs in and

We move as one,

Breathing together.

A smile pulls at my lips-

I’m home.

Alice Down the Rabbit Hole

The following is a poem I wrote for class and the assignment was to take a well-known character and add a twist. The poem is about an Alice that lives in the modern day world. 

Multicolored lights flash

Off my sky blue dress

To the dark walls of Dominion.

A stranger’s unfamiliar lips

Are heavy against mine,

Stealing my messy red lipstick.

The dank club is hot-

A barn of bodies-

But I won’t go home tonight.

I lean my face against

The cool bathroom looking glass,

Reflecting raggedy blond hair.

Push my blue-painted

Pointer finger to my lips;

Swallow the pill engraved with

an X, to extract any anxiety.

The ground disappears

From beneath my bare feet,

I spiral straight down-

But I won’t go quietly.

I close my eyes

And stand perfectly still,

So still everything slows down.

At home

The moment is broken when

Mother knocks our blue glass vase,

It clatters on the kitchen floor.

As quickly as it appeared

My Wonderland vanishes.

Where were you, Alice?

Mother screams,

Straightening her scant self

To full height,

Dull brown eyes narrowed.

I stare

It doesn’t matter what I say

She is already gone.

Where the hell were you?

My father’s words slur out,

The whiskey in his stiff hand

Swaying in unison

With his staggering form.

C’mere, he says,

I’ll give you a shiner

To cut you down to size.

Brotherless

The snow squeaks under our footfalls,

his longer and heavier than mine.

Kevin stops and looks straight up, squinting hard.

Don’t look at the sun, I tell his unhearing ears,

then tug his hand, but he won’t budge.

The syringe I hold squirts Respirdol into his juice-filled cup.

Kevin continues to concentrate on his plate,

three chicken nuggets remain when he is done

like every meal since he first ate chicken nuggets.

I point to the next addition problem on the page

and his dilated eyes focus on me,

flat and blank with all the interest

of a deer, unaware of what is

beyond itself.  

The pencil remains lifeless by his hand.

He presses the faded rewind button on the VHS

and I watch The Fox and the Hound,

the sole movie he plays,

as it again returns to the beginning

where it is supposed to be.

His autism does not afford him

The capacity or patience

To watch a movie.

Later Kevin wanders into the den

where I sit alone and moans

like a starving man that spots food

already resigned that he won’t reach it.

Bobbing his head wildly,

a hammer in the wind

he faces up and yells.

The walls shake

with what he can’t put into words.

The garage door creaks open

and Kevin jumps from his chair,

the fastest he has moved all day.

A huge smile decorates his face—

Mommy is home.