who would have figured / a simple notification chime / would shift my world so

Jenny to birth. My room a nursery. The chickens will never come home to roost little ladies on walkabout. Jenny reborn, joyous in her bleeding heart. Her cries are smiles. Her smiles are laughter. Her laugh is a church bell loud enough to rock all…

about that text I sent last night ignore it it’s a draft I was drunk and it was late and I hit send too fast I didn’t mean to tell you I mean I did, but in the end you knew I loved you long…

Matches are for burning bridges and lighting lanterns for escape. Fly by night. I am a stone. I am a shattered kneecap. No flying for me. What then? That bridge can burn even if I’m still on it  

Couldn’t wait to meet you Carried you for nine months Felt your first flutter and Fell in love Life would change For the better it did Worked up to the last day Rocking from side to side Belly protruding I was anxious to see you…

Have always been dogs. Bear. Bandit. Butch. Baby Gus, my match. Dogs are too good for me.

Making them shorter doesn’t make them any easier. The panic rises heavy handed. Sorrow so deep my chest aches brings out memory, the flashes. Nothing to do but breathe. Nowhere to go but through. Medication can only carry me to my crystalline end. I will…

It won’t begin in dialect song or verse only in action. Our hugged embrace, kisses on cheeks, sparkles caught inside one another’s eyes smiles across our faces burning sensations we call butterflies. Tears will mix with laughter sweat while it is bitter cold, frost in…

Revelry like a pup again tossing her treat in the air the old girl is back

My childhood is tied to Dr. Mario and the ten inch portable tv stationary in my memory, a gift from the man I’ve loved best. There were always gifts and birthday cakes. Saviors, the both of them.