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15 Nov 2017

My Grandpa Earl

  My grandpa Earl…I think of him often. Many, many people think of him often, though we lost him in physical form 14 years ago this week. You only needed to meet him once, and the wonderful impression he’d make would stay with you forever. I remember his charisma, steady positive attitude, the unmissable sparkle in his eyes, the constant warm smile on his face, and the youthful mindset he chased into his 90s. I recall his genuine and sheer […]

28 Oct 2017

Late Summer Bloom

Morning asthma. It’s always scary. Even when it’s mild. He wanted to stay home. He could have gone to school. We are trying to find the balance. Safe at home. Safe at school. We let him stay home. He wanted chocolate pancakes. I  made him chocolate pancakes. He loves honey. It’s raw. It’s local. It’s late summer bloom. It might help his allergies. It was a beautiful morning. He was fine. He is fine. He will be fine.     […]

18 Sep 2017

Those who love you, will love all of your dimensions…

When I showed my daughter this photograph, I wasn’t sure what her reaction would be. For a child who is almost smiling, singing, laughing to the degree it’s infectious, this moment tells a different side of her. Something deep, fierce, intense and incredibly strong. I was hoping she would share the pride I felt for her in this self-scenario…this portrait. I wondered if she would see her toughness and embrace it along with all of the other wonderful parts of […]

12 Sep 2017

Out of Range

“Out of Range” Sometimes they whisper… sometimes they scream, on the border of my dreams. But I was misunderstood, heart-soft, and obscured by my naive rain. A trade off for pleasure in pain… for what I didn’t see, didn’t know. If I listen will they help me grow… out of this nonsense-sense mind of mine again. To feel alone in time knows no end, So I listen… Listen to them, those are the lines. They bend again… and again. The branches align… […]

01 Sep 2017

She Said

She Said She said she’d stay, and soft and steady she ran. She said she can’t… she said maybe she could again. She said she’d speak, and just listened anyway. She said it’s okay, her words have another gateway. She said it with full bated breath… and fingertips pressing the back of her neck. She said it without turning around to connect. She said it in a silent scream with her face in the floor. She said it in thoughts […]

20 Aug 2017

The Confines of Escape

The Confines of Escape Wandering a monochrome dream, she feeds coins to a vintage machine. Trying to follow her one line in and one line out… To silence the sound of no sound above the ground. Breathing heavily… She barely breathes… Her slingback shoes have broken down, her Cartwheel hat flew miles to another town. Barefoot and ahead of the rain she jumps in her Alfa Romeo, like a sparrow with a broken wing tries to fly… within the shadows […]

08 Aug 2017

Plastic Mary

Plastic Mary Sitting among white static A portrait of the oldest plastic Young Mary Magdalene Feeling fine with her so-called crimes Her mind dressed to the nines Leaving behind her old tattered prayer The Seven demons in her hair Pulling out the truth and lies As her soul slips side to side Reading washed up scrolls from ancient tides Wayward she roams through the desert sand Alone in thought, she takes her only stand Above the stories that always change […]

09 Jul 2017

Black Sheep

Black Sheep I saw your face through a teary window Said you couldn’t sleep That you fought the day And lost in the rain Talk talk talk to me Hey what’s the matter You were born in the space between A black sheep Awake and cursing the chatter That sound you’ve learned to drown Sometimes and again Still you told me you could hold together Its easy to see, because you know And it makes you laugh Never wanna mind […]

21 Jun 2017

Shades Like Hazel

Shades Like Hazel Reaching out your hand of stone Digging in that vast boneyard For the remains of those who trust They bury your lies while you roam With time broken bones heal Together harder than before And echoes of sorry turn to steel   And was it just so easy And so very simple, For you, for you Because I wanted to believe I wanted to believe in shades like hazel in shades like hazel But without vision… Without […]

26 May 2017

That Look is Reserved for Me

That Look is Reserved for Me That look is reserved for me… The One in a field of faceless faces, moving in a million broken pieces. My breath sways in a cascade of fits, every time… that look hooks my darkness. That look is reserved for me… I know….nobody but me… I know….what it does to me… That look is reserved for me… The one that strikes a stillness in my pulse, unmoving me in a state of paralytic bliss. […]