This year, I have a goal to use one of my poems to transition (at least for one night) into spoken word poetry. Here is one piece I am considering. It is one section of a much longer work on loss, uneasiness, and hope: Yet, the thing is. I’ve learned that we can learn all we want,Continue reading “Here”
Category Archives: questioning
Stars
Stars, take a glimpse at my eyes calling. Do they sound like home? Or are they in need of rescue, an escape plan falling out of place into an enough-to-breathe lifetime’s supply of light? Stars, let’s hope for something true in the midst of all this damn dark, turn the misery of beingContinue reading “Stars”
Dark Tunnel
See the light start again waiting for the second coming surprised when it comes loving moments like these stopping to forget regrets over the shoulder near heart to take the pain away see it, now coming closer closing in on me and my story speeding up August 24, 2014
Picture
But I cannot hold a memory in two hands, like your face against my white palms– how am I expected to keep what I cannot hold true? A task once termed remarkable for a storyteller, for a young mother documenting their baby’s first crawl, their first step, their first fall I cannot fallContinue reading “Picture”
More Than Me
If to feel is the only thing that’s real what’s my house doing catching on fire from my thoughts alone? We all want to know whether right and wrong can fit together under one roof and yet we sing on in the rain free of dreams and promises only embracing the chance toContinue reading “More Than Me”
A Question
Why can’t people see it? Life’s purpose is not to sit and wait for answers; It is to live in them, in the love that unites all. June 27, 2014
The Shore
We’re all on a journey to let go. Who said that the cat’s in the cradle when my arm’s in a sling with my head wrapped down like four corners of a box under the tree? I can break a limb but not my heart— and God forbid my mind. When flashbacksContinue reading “The Shore”
Thought Flow
I think I want to be a Buddhist. My doctor called, said it would be good for my health; My shrink thinks I’ve got nothing to lose. My friends are all looking like hippies now anyway, so no harm done; My yoga mat calls me more than my crush across the street. It’s true– whatContinue reading “Thought Flow”
Half Way
So here you are on this broken ground, and you don’t know which way to turn– questions upon flower beds upon your neighbor’s half opened picket gate that is, perhaps, meant to be half-way– perhaps this is the way. Sink into the ground, feet firm, and know your presence, pen and patience as your guide,Continue reading “Half Way”
My Generation
What if naive, every-day stories aren’t the most relatable? What if we are meant to go off the beaten path, beat the shadows, the moon, the sheets? What if calling for yourself to come out in twilight is like searching for a piece when you should have already found the puzzle? What if my generation unfollowedContinue reading “My Generation”
Reaching Joy 