wednesday songs

I can hear the city bellowing outside

and Wednesday is groaning out

a lingering goodbye

I am watching your breath rise,

grateful for the air in your lungs

they sing the sun to me

they sing

and there is no longing here

not now, in this calm

there is only the bliss

etched on your skin;

permeating my own

and the sinking feeling disappearing somewhere within

I pour my hopes into a


I let it sit

and learn time does stop

after all

– sheila c.


I dreamt that the gods picked me out of bed

and shook me violently

they had grown tired of my struggle

and breathed bravery into my lungs

i was not born ready for this

but something has changed

it was desire that made me weak

so I will take those parts you claimed

and build a new fire

a new flame to consume the old

and burn the blame

– Sheila C.



at least

at least I know 

that some day-

maybe tomorrow,

when I’m standing 

in line at the bank 

or in my car 

headed home

frustrated at gridlock 

counting black car tops 

and cursing idiot drivers

atleast I know 

that if a clot

makes it way 

up my right arm 

at just the right moment 

when my blood pumps just so 

amidst bobbing and weaving 

and reading traffic signs 

in blurred snow

at least I know

that when the pain 

bears down 

and the shock comes 

and goes 

at least I know 

it’ll be your voice 

and your grip 

in the throes

as the neurons stop firing 

and the hallucinations take hold 

at least I know 

it’ll be with you,


that I’ll leave a part 

and the whole 

of my soul. 

– sc