Need you tonight (INXS)

This song was the 80’s version of a holla

nowaday, you just ask for a phone number

he was asking for a dance


First appearing on screen with

medium length

Messy hair

Wearing a half zipped leather jacket

his bare chest out

This video was a simple journey

Of cool


all standing band members in the back

rocking with keyboards,

electric guitars strapped

While he sang


Folded arms

and body movements

About his kind of woman


Instructing her to slide next to him

Not once seeing her dance

but back then I guess she didn’t have to


this song wasn’t tough

just flirtatious

the kind you would play at a pizza

and beer party with friends

while you dance with the one

you want to get next to


This kind of fun

Is my idea of the 80’s

carefree and wild



Simon says

red light green light

hand games

bike riding and


honey flowers

vacant houses

double dutch

jacks and marbles

bolo bats

and dance routines

were how we spent our summers

no road trips cause Mama was scared of doing things involving travel by herself

we played until night

we ate tv dinners

tony pizzas

chicken pot pies

shared tv’s

watched tales from the crypt

in living color

married with children

and 90210

summers were long

life seemed longer

time seemed to spread like wings

there was so much to do

so much to see

we were comfortable in being kids

full of wonder

we kept ourselves busy

in fun



Birds chirp in conversations loudly,

they sound as if mornings are their most favorite time of the day

the grassy fields and flowers move as if they are dancing in the sunlight

The sun graciously swaddles the earth while the clouds puff like cotton candy

the city is beginning to wake

Mya, our dog

Mya was part of the family

She was easy to figure out

Always ready

idle threats didn’t go under her radar


She was about as kind as I was

Our keeper until her death

reminding us just how unpredictable tomorrow can be

We have changed

unable to replace what she was to us

so we refuse

cause broken hearts don’t repair easily

Loves moment

you can’t force moments

you can’t guide love into a crisis

some stories are easier when they come from you

but more difficult to tell

Do I dare? You ask

knowing this question is neurotic in itself


Dear Love (a self poem)

Dearest self,

please forgive your gift of naivety

it proves how honest you are

you were born honest

the world tainted you

its not natural to be so protected


Life is a challenge

and you will continually be challenged

you will continue to shed naivety

others don’t have your best interest

but your own honesty taints your own thinking


Dear girl,

you get in your own way.

Be who you naturally are

don’t be too guarded or too easy

stay stubborn

it changes what you attract to you

and be smart

no matter how conflicting it is

never trust in words

trust in action

save yourself from people who pretend to be islands

when they are bound to explode


Dear former lover

Dear you,

years ago I unraveled

you slowly crushed my soul

I dreaded time away from you

you stenciled yourself into my life

and erased yourself when I became more than a easy decision

heartbreak made me weigh seven pounds less

I lived for years in the thick of it

i never saw myself as strong

but you did

i was too small in my existence with you

you rolled me like a monster

blowing kisses to others behind my back

until one day your lies could no longer corrode my organs

you made me bleed my insecurities away

you called me ugly attempting to make me small again

I was no longer starving myself

The absence of you allowed me to fully taste the flavor of what learning self felt like

i had to tend to myself with care

cusping small victories

without fading into the background

Ive always been the underdog

searching for moments worth savoring

You are not one…



I am whole again.


My daughter loves them

she calls them beautiful flowers

they have always been my favorite

hard to maintain and fruitful

bearing seeds that spread like wildfire

food to the flesh and to the soil

growing uncontrollably

only recently have they been seen as less than

something to kill

because they stubbornly misbehave

and grow wherever the wind blows the seeds

Roadmaps (Prompt 20)

The hardest part

is starting

i approach most things half heartedly

unless it involves my kids

they are the epicenter of activities

my firestarter


we did our first race

as a family

our first hillside

our first mountain climb

our first car ride across state lines

we use roadmaps

for directions


the universe is always on display

tiny dream catchers hang by our headboards

protecting the sacredness of our dreams


the hills cradle alongside mountains

as blankets swaddle my children in the front and back seats

my hhr is our crazy horse

and we ride through mesas and state parks, through storms and public restrooms blending our present and past together with each mile


Post apocalyptic world (Prompt 19)

there are no doors to knock on

no paper to write on

no land to walk on

only water

We die thinking about what we have learned

how our lives could have taken a different turn

Centuries later

Humankind will evolve into mermaids…

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