• autism,  dverse poets,  Love,  magic,  music,  Nara Malone,  neurodiversity,  Poetry,  silence

    Silent Love Song

    Santa Fe Trail 28 Mar 2010 by Brokentaco, on Flickr I never was the queen of chat.Monthly minutes used on my phone tend toward single digits. I never minded your silence.I think you’re quiet because you’re listening.Listening intently,with more than your ears. I’ve seen you on a summer night,shirtless,rocking in time to crickets and katydids,each beat of breath in rhythm, as if  your cells breathe sound rather than air. I’ve seen you transfixed by the swoosh of waves,arms spread wide like a bird poised for take-off,as if you can catch the vibrations in hollow-flute bones,let the boom of surf against rock lift you like song into the clouds I’ve seen…

  • naughty,  Poetry,  sensual prose poem

    The Thinker’s Cure

    When you’re eaten up with things to doWhen elegant brilliance leaveshungers unfilledWhen your heart has a head cold I want to be a naughty smile Sneaking up on yougetting wedged betweencontemplations ofimmaculately empty dreamsandrisk-analysis of ascending trusts making youlose your listsof logistical etceterasget lostin the sway of hipsbeating like a rhythmic seaagainst reality’s shores Unraveling dark-knit ponderingsone lick at a timeerecting a problem-solutionto clear your headin the sweep of saucy tideswallowing sorrow And then I want to be… that last droptremblingon the cornerbetweennaughty and Your smile ~Nara Malone This post is a contribution to Sunday Scribblings and dVerse Poets. Drop by to see what others wrote or to join the…