The Moya View

Tag: fear

  • American Sonnet for My Roomba Soul.

    American Sonnet for My Roomba Soul.

    I am old and have seen so many dawns that their beauty has no wonder.You see, my God doesn’t need to be perfect- just right more times than not, and not repeat his/hers/its creations so much, for me to be totally happy.The only thing that still amazes me is that I can navigate the dark…

  • Rollercoaster

    Rollercoaster

    When I was young I use to workout my death every time I rode a rollercoaster.I would give myself a glittery gold stickerfor not giving into the fear of the ascent,another if I did not pukeon the first big drop,three if I didn’t fall out raising my hands on turns.I would walk off feeling dizzywith…

  • The Port

    The port rests on my high right chest, a pink crater, a  cleanly folded linen shroud kissed with tears wheeled from operating room to recovery by melting folds of scrub blues with iodoform scents.   The fragrance of me is creased into a tucked blanket, monitors on my legs and arm caressing rhythmic, sounds dissolving…