New Work

The Misunderstanding

Benny and the Brontosaurus

And a brand new first draft poem originally written on Cowbird:

Into the Flames by Mary Stebbins Taitt ·


 How does a heart - tired, traveled, and toughened - find its way home?

I look for the trail back to the person I was, once, smiling, innocent, sweet,

but the trail is grown up with briars and Russian olive, a thicket as sharp and impenetrable as the past.

What I see is a gauntlet of memories, of terrors and nightmares,

I know I have to run back through that horror to find the seed of the child that lived in the heart that was mine.

I have to unravel the barbed wire strands like the maiden who wove sweaters of nettles until her hands bled.

I have to bleed again and again inside, to take that path back to my heart. Am I strong enough,

courageous enough? I raise one foot step into the flames, and howl.

My heart calls back to me, a small cry, like that of a newborn.

 Mary Stebbins Taitt for Sara Nics, Frankie the K and Brian P "sprouted" from a story by Sara Nics 120327-1538-1st

This did not come out right.  See it on cowbird.