Ten years ago, yes, I was five years old. Ten years ago, with hair like wine, she told Me that she loved me. And ten years ago My heart shattered in a half moon’s  cold glow. A decade back I broke my neck to make…

She knew what would happen and guessed at her wants, They must be one and the same: Find a good school, find a good man, take a new role, Take a new name.   She strove for stage one, twelve years since age four, Studying,…

The greetings social media onslaught best wishes, memes ‘speed limit birthday plethora of road sign pics 55 M-P-H vintage ‘Stay alive, drive 55’ ads Amused, bemused not feeling the urgency, amusement that just fifty had provided no black balloons taped to my work desk no…

The woman she was ten years ago was doing what she thought she should. The marriage was over; she’d known that for awhile. If he hadn’t been so mean, she might have stayed, even with the infidelities and the money problems and all the rest….

Starling beats her wings on the porch roof, blind to the open door. Infant cries for the ball rolled barely beyond her reach. Seen from below, the ladder to the belfry leads to utter darkness. A decade younger me saw older age in tones of…

Each decade is a shock of revelation. True, by looking back we know we grow. We age, we laugh, we cry, we grieve, and the racing river of time does not cease. Wild hairs, fine lines that turned to wrinkles, the sagging body, the weakening…

*For the people of Lahaina and Kula*   There’s an edge to these winds These gusts of wrath   A sharp, deadly edge Born in storm cells, creating hurricanes Transmuting spark to flame to raging firestorm   These winds carry pain Carry the ashes, the…

I wish to meet in a museum  One I have visited before  Where I already have a favorite room  Because there is a piece there that tugs at the heartstrings  And I haven’t figured out just why yet…   There will be a bench  Wooden…

Sausage McMuffin I still haven’t finished my breakfast sandwich. Now it’s cold. Do you know a cold sausage McMuffin? A ten year old memory. Crusty, no longer soft. Just dry and crumbly. Congealed grease Little blobs sitting there staring at me. I don’t remember what…

46 in 2013: Taking On The World This Life gig? Why did I worry? It turns out I’ve got it down pat. Working? New programs and presentations. Been there, done that, and published along the way. Teaching? One-to-one, each relationship develops and blossoms with discpline…