18Jun 2021 Beate Sigriddaughter

Passing Through

Her library books are all renewed way into June, when she won't be here anymore. The last rent is paid. Her bags are mostly packed, a few changes of clothes... Read More
editors note:

When you leave it all; also, leave your thanks. – mh clay

6Feb 2021 Beate Sigriddaughter

Tourist

A tourist in the world of form, she stands in awe. Where to look first? The hunger and the dancing both feel like great improvements over silence of assorted molecules... Read More
editors note:

Keep your appetite alive (and your Thursdays open). – mh clay

8Aug 2020 Beate Sigriddaughter

Edge of a Child

I want the edge of a child in motion, unafraid of stumbling, just in the fair moment of absolute presence, in the misty claw of sweet anticipation, with the world... Read More
editors note:

Oh, this! Yes, this! – mh clay

31Dec 2019 Beate Sigriddaughter

Hush

the world is just unfolding it is time to listen and to fall in love again with a poem perhaps an unlikely rock star a tango dancer's liquid eyes my... Read More
editors note:

On this last Eve of the year, the world awaits what we’ll make of what we see… – mh clay

21Sep 2019 Beate Sigriddaughter

Circus

On the tightrope of your condescension I find myself astonishingly nimble. Read More
editors note:

Lofty makes loose. – mh clay

8Dec 2018 Beate Sigriddaughter

Immortality

Just in case bury me in a dancing dress. editors note: Love this - agnostic optimism. (Read another optimistic missive on Beate's page - check it out.) - mh clay Read More
8Dec 2018 Beate Sigriddaughter

Snapshot: City Night

pink satin high heels with a bow at the ankle the owner smokes a cigarette with her peach mouth so much depends on hours she spent getting ready for this... Read More
14Mar 2018 Beate Sigriddaughter

BEWILDERED

You didn't wait for me at the unfamiliar fork in the road. I was only lost a little while, then found my way home anyway. That's all I have to... Read More
editors note:

In her search for love, her way is found instead. – mh clay

25Dec 2017 Beate Sigriddaughter

Morning

Early times of wild anticipation, each waking an event, eyes open to surprises, sunrise, sudden excellence of toes or hair or even green skies bold in paintings, the quivering wait... Read More
editors note:

(re)Awaken! It’s a new morning – Noel. – mh clay

20Jul 2017 Beate Sigriddaughter

RESPECT, LOVE, PURPLE FLOWERS

I kneel in gravel, no tears, just fascinated with six tiny purple petals poking through light snow. I don't know their name. I have arrived here limping through decades of... Read More
editors note:

Can’t steal the shine from the stars we are; we CAN dance. – mh clay