tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15637870130813951742012-01-09T00:59:36.338-04:00bits and pieces of things by daniDanielle Boodoo-Fortunénoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563787013081395174.post-31589805826400293092011-03-05T21:28:00.001-04:002011-03-05T21:29:21.212-04:00I've moved over to tumblr :)<br />http://dboodoofortune.tumblr.com/<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1563787013081395174-3158980582640029309?l=wingsandfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Danielle Boodoo-Fortunénoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563787013081395174.post-573348689706917162009-07-14T17:23:00.001-04:002009-07-14T17:23:30.402-04:00Beached Bones<br /><br /><br />We searched for bones on the beach<br />broken and scattered, like our own.<br />We found bits and pieces in the sand<br />scarred and glistening, oozing oil<br />still unbleached by salt and exile.<br /><br />We’ve been looking for our bones<br />between the hot sky and the tall grass<br />for all these years, you and I.<br /><br />We’ve been collecting them, shining them,<br />hanging them on hooks and strings,<br />pressing them against our skin,<br />listening for an echo that would explain<br />the gold in your hair and the slant of my eyes,<br />longing for a story beyond<br />this wearying deception<br />of naming and being named.<br /><br />We hid all these teeth and vertebrae<br />in your pockets, not wanting to lose them<br />again in the blue anonymity of the sea.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1563787013081395174-57334868970691716?l=wingsandfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Danielle Boodoo-Fortunénoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563787013081395174.post-90082876305646062992009-02-25T22:44:00.001-04:002009-02-25T22:51:54.138-04:00Quiet<br /><br /><br />I am quiet.<br />But here is my secret:<br />When immersed in sunshine<br />I rush upward in a blooming burst of colour<br />I am shaped like bright freedom<br />There are wild songs in me.<br /><br />I am quiet<br />But I smell like defiance<br />And my hands leak lightning.<br />There is a tree growing in my belly<br />That bears ripe, wet stars.<br />Its sap clings to my skin.<br /><br />I am quiet<br />But there is an ocean in me<br />That roars louder than this poem.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1563787013081395174-9008287630564606299?l=wingsandfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Danielle Boodoo-Fortunénoreply@blogger.com2