Biography of Carol Borsello
I grew up on the beaches of New Jersey. Many years and many locations later, I am once more living on a beach and feel myself beginning again.
In between the first sentence and the second is a lifetime of many states, many identities. I am back to the boardwalk with my back against the Atlantic yet in a whole different frame of mind.
Touching the mystery allows me to trust it.
Carol Borsello Poems
If The Ocean Had Taken Me
If the ocean had taken me I would have become a Siren I would have found a rock To pull myself up upon
What I know is this: it changes By moving everything else in my world out & away
You will always be walking Toward me under the full sun Slightly smiling Like an angel
The inoffensive plant Quietly furls her leaves Her thirst so profound; it pains… Living inches from the kitchen sink…
Believe What You Will
Just when I think some practical Doom will crash upon my shore, The storm abates; sun breaks, rainbows double.
Coyote Morning (12/2/11)
Sometimes pen to paper is my only touch A sensual congress of eager words, fumbling ink Caressing strokes of wet to dry on crowded sheets Wrinkled with sweat, daubed with tears
What I know is this: it changes
By moving everything else in my world out & away
So I need to find my own all over again.