Charlie Horse (1 of 1) - Version 7
Charly, photo by N. Garvin; poem by Elizabeth


when I ride give
me not a saddle
but the force of
blood-filled muscles
moving against 
my thighs and salt-
wet hair rubbing
moist threads from jeans
let me not ride to
save myself from
walking but to
fill with wind and
thunder as we
gallop pressed so
close hooves and
breath our mine

Thank you to the editor of Something Like Homesickness for first publishing this poem.

They Hold

poem & photo by Elizabeth


Contagious as your hummingbird smile may be,
it is your hands...

hands that sculpt ki into a dragon's mouth
with arcs of mother-of-pearl framing
rainbow flames that smell of warm
milk and nutmeg, while your touch
draws the breath of muscle to bone,
then deeper.

Too few lines cross your hands,
large, almost too large,
they hold the sea.

Thank you to the editor of Something Like Homesickness for first publishing this poem.

Ki–Japanese word meaning energy or life force.