8/5/17 11:21am Bunny Thursday afternoon hangs sticky in my head sticky in the way that I’m stuck on something that you said. In your way you asked me, why I over-edit, why I correct. You asked me, “where’s the grit? Where’s the real shit?” Where’s…

What do you write for When there is nothing to say Six drafts thrown away

In the old church, on the hard, dark pews, it grew hot and hotter through the stained glass. My little jacket was deep blue with four buttons and two pockets. One without a single hole. Wads of gum stuck under the seat, some stickier than…

A deer is in the graveyard Watching over the forgotten souls Wandering peacefully amid the headstones Grazing, resting, with no goals. As I wander within the graveyard My eyes dart to the deer I cannot keep myself from wondering Just why that deer is staying…

Time is neither enemy nor friend, false or true. She’s what we came for and left behind, all at once. But once is twice, and three becomes four more. I don’t believe her, arrows, lines, trajectories, and horizons, Exes and why’s, yesterdays and good byes,…

My path is clear but not straight my path is cluttered but not messy my path gets me somewhere closer to my passion my path is paved with words my path is poetry

Up against it. It moved, as I stood still. I fight it- It’s haunting hands hold what it will. Up against it. Stronger, stronger than I. My back rests- It is holding me like time. Up against it. A reflection, unrecognized. Fight my demons- Adversaries…

my son calls me Madre not because I speak Spanish or he speaks Spanish but to distinguish himself from his sisters and make our relationship unique with a word a name: Madre to name is sacred holy gives substance and connection to the one who…

I am stuck, and the shackles held tight Disbelief followed by worry at the situation With self-pity closing its deadly claws I am stuck, and the shackles held tight I looked around, taking a deep breath Acknowledging the beauty of my surroundings I am stuck,…

Somewhere Far away from here Another place, another time A place of safety and refuge A place of quiet A place of love Something In the back of my mind A house, a home Windows and doors To shut out the world And keep you…