crossroad, a blues?

there are all these words floating around in my head hard words / soft words words i don’t want to dance with or chitchat about words that fill me with angst and dread words that block and stifling are reminiscent of rifles sprouting off in parking lots near city skyways where babies are arranged in sandboxes…

pocket therapy, part i

function in this life as a fully evolved being wrap yourself in the warmth of your own love dance without music laugh before the joke is told eat cookies hot out the oven let the lines of your face reflect more smiles than tears grieve openly and without regret walk willingly through mud without shoes and place dandelions…

on choice

i am never able to resist yellow or purple flowers. each time i see them either on the side of the road or sprouting up through cracks in the sidewalk i feel compelled to stop and admire them. i am also a great admirer of sunrises and sunsets and changing fall leaves and sprouting buds…

a day of undisturbed tranquility

it doesn’t take much sunlight peaking through nearly parted wooden blinds the roar of a car’s engine passing by simple promises of a new day of play here he is chatter and possibility what ifs begin immediately my head is full but it is no match for my heart that spills over empathy for the…

alright (reprinted in memorial of Glenn E. Williams, I)

today is the 63rd anniversary of my father’s birth. tonight i re-publish this work in his memory. it was originally published in my chapbook my grandmother’s posture in 1996. alright sometimes when I’m alone i hear your voice my tears turn  temporarily to laughter sorrows, i forget sometimes, when the only company available are the…

everyday hallelujahs

everyday in my work i am awed by the sheer resiliency of children. what they are able to endure absolutely astounds me. no matter the socioeconomic status, no matter the parental head count, race is of no consequence when a person decides to survive there is nothing that can hold them down. today i learned…

elevated anger: defcon 2

my cupboards empty of wine and chocolate the first signs that this is neither the time nor the place to be messing with my money anger has long been my go to and let’s face it i’m good at pissed pissed allows me to yell pissed allows me to curse pissed allows me to be…