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Tara Eady  
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Flight
in Animals on 8/19/07
Above the Clouds
in People on 8/19/07
Worth More Than A PennyI could have said something much more profound,  
and the truth is that it was on the tip of my tongue,  but I didn’t say it.  I thought of all of the paths this thought might go,  
through dense woodlands to run through the trees like sap  or gathered into honey that would be reincarnated as the mead of inspiration  of another’s thoughts.  I let the thought drop.  I said something much more simple,  much less creative.  Something that wouldn’t be stolen.  The thought evaporated before it hit the ground,  which is now coated in a thin, light profound dust. Worth More Than A Penny
in Open on 7/26/07
Floating Past the MoonFrom the other side  Of the universe  I float past the moon  The cataract ghosts reappear  In my sister’s bed  They slyly blend their auras  Into the ancient tapestry  Of my life  I move the earth with my bare hands  And fertilize it with my flesh  We wander down a green hallway  And float along the sleeping bodies  Buried in their vanities  The things we can do are not understood  We can move matter  
And hear the voice of God  We are flooded with a soul  Haunted by humanity  Bleeding for being here  On this playground  For being alone  A Floating Past the Moon
in Open on 2/9/07
The Swimming PoolLet’s go down to the swimming pool  And see the snakes he says.  The pool is dark and green.  I did not wear a dress today.   
Far away a piano crashes--  A voice that only I can hear.  We came away like gods.  I point out feet  Dangling from clouds. The Swimming Pool
in Open on 2/8/07
Sea of LoveLong ago  and far away,  I fell into the Sea of Love,  and there I remained.  Many years had passed  lost at sea  when a sailor came  and lifted me.  He said he belonged  to a lady on the land.  He questioned whether to return to her,  but I didn't understand.  I couldn't go,  and he couldn't stay,  and he left his heart and a promise  to return some day.  Every year since then he came to stare  at the restless sea  longing to find a way  that he could marry me.  Then one full moon night  he was granted his wish  when he fell into the Sea of Love
in Open on 12/18/06
The DollhouseEven the snow cannot explain  why I don't feel well today;  why my tears salt the ground  where the children ran away,  lured by the piper  with the ribbons in his hand  while I'm living in a land of dolls  who hardly understand.  "I tried to mend her with this thread,"  the smallest one had spoken,  "But seems to me that this one  only works when she is broken."  The dolls stitch wishes while I weep tears of snow  as my house of frost does grow,  while inside I dream  of a foreign spring  and of a childhood long ago. The Dollhouse
in Open on 12/18/06
Detention
in Collage on 11/15/06
SKIN“Do I look different?”  Amanda Dawson peered into the mirror hanging in the foyer as she fluffed her blonde hair.   
Her boyfriend Eric sighed.  “Why do you girls do that?”   
She caught the tone in his voice.  This sounded like an argument.  They just had sex for the first time a week before, and here was their first argument.  “Do what?”  She turned away from the mirror and moved towards the closet.     
“The questions!”  His voice sounded strained.  “It’s like a minefield for us guys.”   
Amanda shrugged into her leather coat.  She tried to sound casual and reasonable.  “It’s just a simple yes or no SKIN
in Horror on 10/27/06
Bridge Over Troubled Water
in Miscellaneous on 3/23/06
Crossing
in Miscellaneous on 3/23/06
MermaidsI was born between the earth and sky  with a veil of night over my eyes  when the women stitched constellations  filling the trapunto casings of Orion with lavender  nursing their babies with camphor leaves  until big men squelched the night  sitting at the table to be waited upon  with morning in their heavy palms  like pails of desert sand  holding back everything she wants and needs  creating me a fish in need of water  mermaids cursed by a spell  gasping deep breaths that will never be enough  I go out to the moon and try to breathe it in  a dog stirs the starlight but Mermaids
in Open on 3/20/06
There and Back AgainSome songs scar me,  and yellow seems to bleed  
from the edges  
until all the light is dulled,  and I wait, longing for the evening  when that dirty light is overcome  
by the velvety smooth sheet  of the night.   
I’ve never felt so loved;  I’ve never felt so hated.   
I’m the girl who runs  In dreams  and sits quietly in the day;  cries herself to sleep  and laughs at nothing  with broccoli in her teeth.   
I had to put the book down  because it hurt me,  not the pain of giving birth—  of having it dragged away from me--  but There and Back Again
in Open on 3/18/06
Ordinary DayIt was an ordinary day like this  when, surrounded by metal and plastic,  I went into the wood  to listen to the trees  turn pages in their leafy hymnals;  on a day like this,  as a fly droned in the window,  I stepped out of my skin  and took a walk,  leaving my body behind.  I left behind the clattering of keys  and I went into the wild  where nobody dares to go alone,  but I went.  I think the trees get lonely  on such an ordinary day as this. Ordinary Day
in Open on 3/18/06
Bury My BodyEvery night I bury my body,  raking the dreams  and covering the flesh like a bean  left to burst and grow,  filling with earth with wonders.  I carve visions in the dark  and try to make sense of real,  all the while  preferring to remain anonymous.  I save the bones to grind later  because the sound awakens me.  The last thing I’ll remember upon rising  is when he said,  “Let me see your face.” Bury My Body
in Open on 3/18/06
Burning on a Moonless Nightshe walked up a dirt road  hemorrhaging wood  behind her the house sweating  her eyes raw like weeds   
he was strong like a cedar  that had lost everything  and didn’t know it was already burning  shooting bright fiery sparks into a moonless sky   
this night has no mother  this child has a road  she longs to find trees  
that never become wood   
he was weak and dry  
like the thin roots of sunflowers  after the most bitter of winters  walking slowly up a hill Burning on a Moonless Night
in Open on 3/18/06
Into the Wood
in Fantasy on 3/15/06
Two Sides to Every Story...Two Sides to Every Story  (And This is One)   
 
I don’t feel your skin,  and I don’t share your thoughts,  but you bleed red just like everybody else.  You and I came up  
from different views of the sun,  and I was born on the shadowed side,  where we picked mulberries  from a tin roof  and smelled the fire in the rain.  We didn’t piss off towers,  but we flew  on blue flashing metal,  chain held on by God’s only finger.  We rode in black cars  and sang in circles, Our Father,  Who Art in Heaven,  
He was a good friend of mine,  but I ne Two Sides to Every Story...
in Open on 3/9/06
Insanity PleaHer mouth tasted like tears.  We were just talking.  One sound bled  into another…  a man on the street playing a trumpet,  a slamming door,  someone angry, shouting and scared--  one big neon cocktail of sound.   
I stopped to check on her  standing by the ravine  miles and miles  from anywhere.  We were just talking.  And that’s when I fell.  My eyes rolled--  
I saw my eyes roll back  
in my head,  and I fell.  I fell and fell,  flopping and rolling  down down  
and further down.  I just kept rolling down  until I stopped Insanity Plea
in Open on 3/9/06
Lies I've ToldLast night  I held the thunder  in the palm of my hand  and stirred the sea  with a gun.  I leapt ‘tween the dreams  of a thousand screams  and hung shadows  on the sun. Lies I've Told
in Open on 3/9/06
The HoleThe boys kept digging.  I stood poised on the brink of the abyss,  which was now twice as deep and wide  as I was tall,  red sand slipping from beneath  the hard soles of my shining black shoes.  With every shovel full of dirt removed,  it was trying to get out,  rising up through the  
thinning layer of crust  as the sun died in the blackened arms  
of the pines.   
Beyond the fence and the water pump  was the house, and, within it, the old woman,  sitting in her wheelchair  with an afghan thrown across her knees.  "E'rebody knows that the devil lives   The Hole
in Open on 3/9/06
Poison IvyIt was a subtle tragedy;  no one really noticed.  A blow in slow motion  that took seventeen years  and didn't even leave a visible scar.  He hid in the light.  In the open.   
And I wait,  watching the truth grow like grass  in the winter beneath the leaves,  but this truth has three leaves  and red veins.  The only thing that grows here wasn't planted.   
I am weak and I say nothing.  I build feathered altars to trees.  I dream in paint and twigs.  I let him bind himself in confidence.  He won't see it coming. Poison Ivy
in Open on 3/8/06
Mum's the Word
in Miscellaneous on 3/4/06
Keeping Mum
in Flowers & Plants on 3/4/06

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