The tired stalks me relentlessly with a smirk that warns she’s been gracious enough to spare me but only for so much longer (Hour 10)

Skin like milk.  My body is a ligament. protruding from the joy my mother has become. All my sons are forming from my rib cage. All my loss, forming a leakage— A sacrilege of purity and sacrifices. Tell me about bone marrow because  I do…

She began her tour of Grief as doom clouds enveloped the waters off Puget Sound, shrouding it in white foam, mirroring the sky where clouds of smoke and a complex mix of menacing seas bury the Orcas below. They are hunting, their clicking sounds, searching…

Answers the wizard – a spell fulfilled. For the spider, a web holding strong in the wind, Gracious strands beckoning. Privacy, whispers the octopus, deep in her den. Yes, privacy, agrees the high schooler. No, it’s chaos unbounded, no rules, all is possible Cries the…

Image Courtesy of Pixabay   What is love? A question often asked with sighs, A mystery that dances in the moonlit skies, Is it a fire that burns with fervent heat, Or gentle whispers, soft and ever sweet?   It’s more than words, a language…

Waking up groggy to find a short sip of coffee Hot yoga in the sunshine Movies filling the silence mid afternoon Peace in the fall and the rise Remembering blue eyes on the beach not getting in the water The present offers friendship in texts,…

Love is patient forever changing ever present a lesson hopeful appealing giving wanting… Love is all of these things and more sometimes we forget because love can be painful lonely angry stagnant impatient dull triggering and hopeless… so I ask, what is love?

a cow in a meadow walking home to be milked a lone tree on a hill braving the odds an upturned slipper in a child’s room waiting to be put in its place a taste, a touch, a melody desire bursting like a dam and…

I remember in highways what is love but remembrance and I remember in highways…   in moments on lines, like beads moving on thread, strung to make pictures from pixels of glass.   I remember in fragments of myself, in pointillist pops of colour against light…

Before we continue: I don’t know if this was a memory or a dream. Maybe it’s both, maybe it’s neither Nevertheless, this meadow has been a part of me since I was quite young. A long stretch of green grass spotted with honeysuckles, whose fragrance…