Sometimes life itself is too much. In these moments, and allow myself to do the next right thing. I wash a dish. I clean my place. I take a nap. I give thanks.
Category: Miscellaneous
Hour 4
Dark Chocolate We haven’t spoken in eight years I think of you often Are you that same boy I fell in love with? The boy with the dimples The boy who wanted to become a firefighter And did I wonder what you’re like If…
Poem #1: Homage to a female force!
Master of reinvention, creativity bounces out of you Athletic … even more at 60something Dazzling dancer and so demanding of yourself Ongoing curiosity with life and proponent of improvement Never satisfied with the status quo, early HIV/AIDS advocate Navigator of life to epic proportions Amazing…
Letter to Mama
My Beloved Mother, How are you? You would be wondering why I am writing you a letter. Do not wonder. I am thinking about you and all memories that I hold dearly. All the lessons you taught me still guides my every thought. You left…
Dear Anonymous American
Dear Anonymous American I know it’s not your fault. You caught it by default. All he ever wants – exalt. We wander through double talk. From the top we get assault. Our wounds get rubbed with salt. You’re…
Hour 4: Dear Sorrow
Dear Sorrow, I haven’t seen you in a while—it’s been a good six years since you visited. I still think about you, our close times together—but less and less. There are some times months when you never come to mind. In fact, i do believe…
Pocket Change
It’s been over twenty years Since you passed away Sadness in my heart Gladness of memories Subtle signs you send Reach me as a mortal Shows you still care Quarters left in pathways I remember how you delighted When exchanging dollars at the post For…
Epistle to Glen Ryan – Prompt # 4
I wept when we reached Sherwood Lane and learned we’d not see your smiling eyes again. Sis and I traveled far praying we would reach you in time. Many hours in the air, clenching armrests on our chair, we shared our hearts and hopes. More than…
The Warrior (written for Hour 3)
The sleeping fighter has opened her eyes, finally awakening to her potential. She has screamed alone In silence for too long, and it is now time to speak and let her voice be heard. She picks up her shield of inner peace, cracks and chips…
Poem #4: Dearest Donaldo, how you are missed!
Dear Donaldo, Your butler/muse here. How I miss you! You taught me so much and our fun times in Guanajuato and San Miguel de Allende were some of my most cherished memories. Thanks for that. And so much more. Thank you a thousand fold for…