the end may justify the means as long as there is something that justifies the end. there are no words only deep longing silences that cover us each in sorrow and regret in my mind images twist and twirl leaving me breathless of times that never were but still feel real in my hand i…
Category: Poetry
day 6
a dark night rises and in aurora colorado it is day six while we sit in our living rooms living a mother not yet in her 3rd decade plans a funeral and a six year old is lain to rest heroes mere fables leave us wondering about probabilities nursing old familiar wounds in our 1st world consciousness…
road trip reflections – repaired
stretching a dime is one thing / creating one out of thin air / another luckily she believes in / miracles and sometimes / magic sailing into mountains / on thin air / and prayer i truly don’t know what i was thinking, packing up a newly turned 5 year old in me ole station wagon for a cross country tour…
divorce, a work
there are sadnesses here full bellied heavy they drag the ground holding me in places departed decades ago unsheathed sorrow runs into the very pores of things requiring oxygen’s exhalation and i find clogging where flowers once bloomed with abandon joys abound in laughing sounds heard across thresholds he is singing and a random beat…
love, indeed: a birthday poem for langston
he is small but in a very big way his feet the size of your average 7 year old never mind that he won’t be five for 2 more days he has taught me more about me than i could have learned in a classroom full of memoir biography and ancestral maps my head a…
Life Stand Still Here, Mrs. Ramsay said. (Virginia Woolf has always been a friend of mind.)
time muffles and mutes many things… the brilliance of diamonds the surprise of a first kiss when held to the test all dim and fade u hold on to the shadows of memories laughter drifting on waves whispered passions a hand held too tight unbelievably such things diminish the thought of them slip through finger tips…
destiny unknown
humility triggers internal swells. starlight cracks and flickers in the night. chains grittle and spray. blood and bones paint the way. gravity claims the tawdry refrain. planted starboard she relishes the sight. –prompt borrowed from sundaywhirl.wordpress.com
untitled i
its in the birth of an ending and the death of a beginning a slap issued a cry that’s stifled these are the things we cannot undo the things that leave us undone a hand that never enfolds an i that doesn’t conclude with sorry it is a love that was never truly found or…
anger management inappropriate resolution #17
i use to be angry screaming explicatives from stages going into rages over simple things like i wasn’t hugged enough or you standing there chewing that gum i would tell people with great accusation my grandmother’s grandmother was a slave and i would holler indigently at retorts about migration and infinite servitude i had no…
19 months later nightmares revealed (when you make a promise you have to keep it)
Beginning / It is 2 am. His palms are sweating clutching at my hands. He is crying into my shoulder. A mousetrap sits directly behind him and I keep holding him so that he won’t set it off. I am determined not to be afraid. “What did you say bitch!” We hear the screams. We jump…
fearfree living 