Wear wedding dress to launderette, strip off to petticoat, ask to wash wedding dress in machines of heart broken customers, but offer to buy washing powder to be polite, wash til white dress is dirty grey. Take divorce photo with anyone who happens to be…
Category: Miscellaneous
Park Lane East
Park Lane East Steve called me sophomore year in college and asked if I wanted to lifeguard with him the coming summer even though I had no training. Soon after I was shooshing Timmy as he said, “He’s not Steve,” to the…
Memory Space
In our now time, we count not on our brains but on our electronics In other places, without written language, life was dependent on trusting our neurons. This reliance was deposited into ritual space made up place, sticks, dance, stories and the rhythm of the…
Hour Five: Laughter of Children
by willjxn I will never forget how they changed my life— Cliffs of salmon-pink sandstone Lent their broken skins to make homes for; Sons, Daughters, Parents, Grandparents. Long gone, yet— I could hear children’s laughter clattering off the walls of this ancient place. My…
Hour Five: Home
She steps off the school bus, walks into the woods, climbs a tree, opens a book. Her two older sisters will not be coming home for a while. Her mother and father until after that. An empty house is not a home. The branches of…
Fainthearted Need Not Apply
Pastor, business manager, and shepherd, Teacher, spiritual leader, minister, divine, Administer, evangelize, placate, mediate, Counsel, direct, budget, outreach, preach, Guide and, if necessary, occasionally chide us, But, For Heaven’s sake, don’t over reach! Take the good news into a fallen world While feeding a tetchy,…
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There could have been more Why did it become such a chore My soul walked out the door Strength just crashed to the floor Do you ever wish for visions And if you could see, would it change your decisions So so many unanswered questions…
Dedication
Dedicate an hour each day to crying. Cry as the sky cries, nor for yourself, but for those who die hungry and alone. Be the hand reaching toward the old man who wraps a cardboard sheet around himself each night when he settles in a…
Not Ready
I thought this will be fun a marthon of sorts. But now my hands are all sweaty and I think I’m growing warts Haven’t even had time to check a prompt let alone Facebook (thank God I cooked) Who am I kidding, didn’t sleep well…
The ‘Hood
Bullies, stray dogs, our pets Bandit, Sparkle, Elmo, Jasper, Happy our pets names from years past so many buried in the backyard of the old house Ghosts in the Graveyard, Devil and the Pitchfork “Buttermilk, Sweet Milk.” “Buttermilk!!” children playing, tag, laughing, voices from a…