Alarie Tennille

You blame me
for the rise in crime, 
the flood of injuries to the ER, 
your dreams that spin off course. 
“Full moon,” you say, but I
don’t make myself full.

It’s that nasty fellow. 
Every month he flashes
all his light right in my face, 
blinding me. I fumble
at my controls. He laughs. 
Never tires of his joke.

I must triage, let go
of your strings, focus
all my attention on directing
the tides and welcoming
the babies who scramble
toward my second-hand light.



Alarie Tennille was born and raised in Portsmouth, Virginia, and graduated from the University of Virginia in the first class admitting women. She misses the ocean, but loves the writing community she’s found in Kansas City. Alarie serves on the Emeritus Board of The Writers Place. Her poetry collection, Running Counterclockwise, was first runner up for the 2015 Thorpe Menn Award for Literary Excellence. Please visit Alarie at

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