In this journey
it is important to know,
but it must be knowledge
that does not conceal Continue reading “The Journey and The Lesson” »
All posts by Terese Newman
Did You Know
Did you know I’d know?
Did you know I’d know and fade cell by cell?
Did you know I’d fade and fade?
Could you’ve guessed
the consequence of diseasing the pact
cell by cell?
Continue reading “Did You Know” »
Enshrine Me
Enshrine me
Protect me
Provide me
Install me
with big hand affection. Continue reading “Enshrine Me” »
Lizards and Apricots
Most of the time I find myself retracing my tracks
recalling dream morsels
like the time I watched two orange lizards dancing
on two legs
and one was fat and bright and full of advice
and the other was sickly and dull and lacking oxygen. Continue reading “Lizards and Apricots” »
Manny Remote (Scrambled Mercies)
Renowned.
Refreshed.
Baron renowned.
Mapper of youth’s wiliness.
Conveyor of soul surveys.
Creator of solar colors.
Founder of adventure-times.
Baron Manny decoder of scrambled mercies. Continue reading “Manny Remote (Scrambled Mercies)” »

Mexican Drink
She’s a Mexican drink
A bauble of pink
Passionate moans
Furtive groans
Her energy wounds
Far off bounds.
Dragging her hands
Across bones and bands
Of devout fans. Continue reading “Mexican Drink” »
Shudder Utter Frantic
It’s shudder utter frantic
And your body’s twisting way
In our intertwining fray
Suddenly shuddering fluttering disarray. Continue reading “Shudder Utter Frantic” »
The Totem Book
On this day of an unspeakable pilgrimage
I was chastised for knowing the stumblings
of my footprints of my interminable soul
and for recalling my roaring voice as a man
and my whispering voice as a woman
many ages ago. Continue reading “The Totem Book” »
Seven Saints Came To Save Me
Seven saints came to save me,
kissed my flesh,
lectured my soul.
Damn their interfering ways.
Our soft long legs wrapped in linens,
rubbed with lemons, bathed in oils and
We danced on the edge of saneness. Continue reading “Seven Saints Came To Save Me” »
The Blue Shawl
Dear Father,
I have a gift for You
It is my blue shawl
But I apologize
Because it’s a bit stained
With old tears Continue reading “The Blue Shawl” »