She stares at an empty wall visions a ladder lifting her up, overcome a battle she’s facing. In Junior High, Jeanine teased and bullied me to impress friends until her older cousin asked her to stop. By Senior year of high school she left became unimpressive,…
Category: Miscellaneous
Ten Years Ago
Ten Years Ago Thinking of ten years ago makes me think of ten years from now. I’ve been spinning around this globe for seventy five years and notice that its speed seems to be picking up. I’m on a carousel, trying…
An American Haiku for the old me
For heaven’s sake girl stop giving yourself away your time is precious.
Stillness
It is wildfire smoke season again and with it comes an intermittent unsettling stillness not a calmness not a tranquility not a peacefulness but a disquietude that leads the living to hold their collective breath and quietly wait for that breeze of hope to soothe…
The Watchman Hour #2 9/2/2023
In that moment I wondered if shadow made a sound Then I turned to the mirror …Hello….
Second Chance, Hour Two
Second Chance I am unbound, at last, freedom found in tying my lifeline to another, a worthy partner in crime, laughing into the night hand in hand. We wink at one another, simpatico, wondering at the lost and broken strewn along our path, wandering the…
No Boundaries
Concrete art doesn’t build its own realty or pick its subject or meaning, for object trouves refer to nothing but themselves, transcending borders. Very simply put, no frame is necessary to convey meaning, or the lack thereof, for it’s left to the viewer’s imagination.
10:27 am
Why am I here? I guess cuz I said I’d be Once again giving my time And they Check that box and get off Scott free but my energy isnt And my times not a key To access or a story That never included me
II- Communion
Chalices of legend jeweled, coveted, rare pour their contents slowly into the pungent Earth Water, ageless yet eternal waits for the emboldened traveler Wine, refined by time is fickle in its wisdom Blood, precious but reluctant flows freed from splitting skin The chalices empty,…
Ten years ago.
Write a poem from the point of view of yourself What is this life about, why I feel so wounded, so exhausted? Shadow of my old depression and the attempted suicide? Pain of an arranged marriage gone astray? Desire of kissing somebody for love? Fighting…