Progress is progress – you’ve got this and you truly are capable of so much more than you ever seem to realize; but that said, you owe me a salsa with time and a tango with potential –   don’t put me on hold again,…

MMIW: Sacajwea   Another name that was lost in time. To be honest, the only time I’ve heard of Sacajeewa was in a book “Streams to the River, Rivers to the Sea” By Scott O’Dell.   It was in her point of view, but it…

Lately, I sit down to write, but cry instead. Usually, I let Roy out in the backyard Before breakfast and his early morning walk Sometimes, He bites me and I say he’s only a puppy. Almost always, I sleep deeply and wake refreshed. Once in…

Latent buzz of heat Inching deep under my skin Every night, I wake up to How much I need you How much I want you To touch your fingertips with my lips And sing at the glory of electric nerves Every night, I wake up…

I whispered to the winds about you Tales so heavy they couldn’t carry too Of crumbling hopes and unheard wishes Sighs that swept away molten mirths I whispered to the winds about you All those musings pinned on you Sullen queries and bitten out lies…

Hour Nineteen: Ekphrastic photo response Ruddy russet and golden field School colors somewhere Sky blued to match dolphin’s birthplace. Can a sky escape from clouds? Can one come down this single road and leave? Not till nightfall and even then, the colors will vibrate.

This should be good or maybe it won’t It seems fitting to be inarticulate yet truthful at 3:00 in the morning. At this time of night So early in the morning I think it was a good choice to pass on the Cheetos My keyboard…

It is midnight now – the witching hour I am drinking honeyed whiskey and writing in something other then obsidian ink – so clearly whatever is haunting me now is not you is not cinnamon or orange juice.   I am not sobbing about the…

….and then she found an old traditional recipe by her foremothers, forwarding it to her future self…   Ingredients   1 cup of inner anguish, neatly chopped. A selection of treasured recollections from happier times. There are several pinches of silent ideas that want to…