Monthly Archives: December 2022

House Hunting: Bringing in the New….

Invisible: Flow

at times i feel invisible an then i recognize the power of things not seen and move through the world in peace and stillness

she wrapped all the poems selected, rejected, neglected, hectic & suspected, neatly tucked them into her grandma’s off brown more tan now, with yellow faded lines, incased somewhere -spotty,

on a greyhound bus, out of time, south bound & somehow grandma’s doubled stuff , double dipped /fried chicken with red kidney gravy & biscuits & to this day no one knows the whole recipe

but my tongue remembers cornflakes, instead of flour, goat milk instead of buttermilk, smoked paprika, no eggs, hot sizzling left- over-grease, sitting a aluminum coffee- can,

grandma’s veins deeply warm, corn rolling-oats, hard like her father but her soul is soft like her mother.

~ your poet Krissy Mosley ©2022

I Might Take This Down: Book is almost done: Excerpt

And with these healings:  heal my sister, that voice inside your head, which echoes within your heart. Heal in rhyme, in freeform, haiku, sonnets & prose. Heal in any form, this healing is for you. 

Heal the stories of your life that you have lived. Heal folk from other parts of you- that you give. Heal your long, lost song ,the long lost praise of” God of our weary years.” Heal your hymns & psalms, enchanted deep in bodies of the night. 

Heal your world of life & mysteries. Heal with crayon, pen, paint, charcoal, chalk or ink. Heal in sweat, tears and faith. Heal of all you see, hear, listen, smell and taste. Heal your own purgatory, limbo, ecstasy and heaven. Of everything that holds your beings’ together. 

Heal, pray & come alive. Heal with healings so deep, only your ancestors have taught you. Whispering healing in your dreams, with long Gaia-dresses, made of straw, broom, and mud to sweep. Healings of the  sphere. 

Healing dangerously, messy, and yearning to be born of you/ your healing to be. And when you think your healing is done, finished and complete. Those voices within your head, & soul will find you and beg. They’ll shout you into victory, dance for you in your sleep, and pray for you in the morning.  Copyright ©2022 Krissy Mosley