Hour 2 (2021)

Coffee and Change It was a long drive and I was tired. Not just physically, but emotionally too. My eyes began to droop with the setting sun. But like Robert Frost, I’ve got miles to go before I sleep. So I pulled into a diner,…

Hour 2

Both start with letter c: coffee and change. With both of them I start each day- with a good coffee and with the hope that I will change something that day, that I will have a fresh start.   It’s true that I often disappoint…

Beach, beseech

“No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea…” The theologian John Donne long ago spoke of man, isolation from others words taken to…

Simulacrum – 2 of 24

my kite’s been situated I am at mercy of the sky saturnine thing ribbon-tailed, playing sting-ray above, nearer to clouds, but still paltry yet you are amused just because I am at such a height that wind would argue your strength if you tug on…

Questions Unanswered

Questions Unanswered At least a dozen times a week I will hold out my palm, something generally plastic, mangled into an odd shape, dented, mutilated to a good degree, and yet it looks familiar, and ask my husband, “What is this?” He’ll chuckle, look down…

The Joy of The Unseen (Hour 2)

The Joy of The Unseen By: LuvMiFreely (Hour 2) Mommy,  Sometimes I find myself staring out into space Mind all over the place  Soul jumbled  Inside my head I call your name I ask God for a sign that you’re there I just need to…

Hour 2.. the joy of unseen things.. air..

cool on skin in the dark hours filling me with dreams with life catching in my throat when thought drags me under wave against wave calling the earth dancing in your rythem birds soar leaves glide I breathe    

Hour 2: Island

Your love is an Island, A refuge from the storm, An embrace warm, Your love is like an Island, Caressing and nourishing, Hopes flourishing But your love is like an Island, In the middle of a hail, Sent me away setting sail.