tug at God’s pants or dress see my echo face to face assimilate into nature without being stung or bitten unveil the thickest and darkest of skins smell each blurry feeling ricochet the rain taste music

It starts quietly enough with a flashing yellow light without malice Without warning it turns red eerily bouncing off the puddles A crossroad speed up or hit the brakes “Bring out your dead” Most speed up while the power brokers use a waxed, heavy duty…

There is no anticipation for whatever I await. There is no toe tapping for time wasted, nor anxiety for things not accomplished. Now, on the cusp of my fifties, I am not central to the lives of my children, nor pursuing classes, nor checking off…

I’m frozen in the memory of what I saw that day. Can’t seem to move on forward even if I pray. But… I must move on!   I see the past before me and in the future too. I see it my daydreams in everything…

Baby comes on storkish wing, Tiny, helpless, lovely thing. Every day, he grows a bit; Last week’s clothes no longer fit. Before you know, he’s pulling up, And drinking milk now from a cup.   Little children grow so fast. Childhood isn’t meant to last….

It may be wrong to love ones food to the point of needing new pants And I’m not alone in my indulgence as one can see in the various sizes of jeans Going out for a meal and weighing the cons wondering what will this…

I promised to love you, forever You promised to love me, forever I promised you my heart and soul You promised me your heart and soul I promised you an unending worship with my body You promised me an unending worship with yours I promised…

trying to find peace is like, trying to find blue ketchup, at walmart when all that is in stock, is mustard and organic mayo when, you clearly remember seeing it on the shelves, when you were younger and carefree.

Her first steps she did in torment, she felt down, got bruised, no enjoyment. She turned one year old (with no feast or celebration), eldest brothers decided to go to lake, they had occasion to take her with ( for no one to look after…

Its difficult to stay positive When the world seems to be full of people Who can’t listen, who won’t listen To anyone they disagree with Condemning the other side as evil or traitors Rather than finding common ground We are living in the age of…