Think not of then, nor of what could be. Think of now. I dare you. Can you? Consider it as it floats by, untethered, tethering you. Thinking is an invention, no? of our foremothers, of species reconciling past and present into future possibility? No god nor head of state; No hidden truths, no sufferingContinue reading “Inventions”
Category Archives: thoughts
Should
Maybe I should write more; maybe I should change the story; maybe I should wear a shirt when it rains and nothing else; maybe I should pretend I don’t feel other people’s pain; maybe I should go over there and explain; maybe I should keeping looking for love in all the wrong places; maybe IContinue reading “Should”
Flowers
These flowers are growing again in my head and like a vine they neither swoop nor swing– they cling to each side of my brain, try to determine what type of learner I am but either way, thoughts can’t be pushed out of the way so I’ll plan out another day to pluck and prune.Continue reading “Flowers”
Something Worth Fighting For
Do you have something worth fighting for? Under the depths of a powerful river do you think, “I wish I could tell you, ‘I love you,’” then yes– you have someone worth fighting for. In the next snowpocalypse do you go drifting off to your bed at noon, arms full of magazines, gin on ice andContinue reading “Something Worth Fighting For”
Morning Commute
Take your hand off the door and take a step with me. Flex your eyebrow while your side eye grants me a grin– did I say it again? “I like you,” and all those messy thoughts aside, “I know you,” or at least I want to. My steps feel lighter now thatContinue reading “Morning Commute”
on lunch break
how nice it is to sit by the river and unwind, blink by blink. you know your same-old view in the city: skyscraper tree tops that leave you wanting for a chickadee where can I find just one bird? (the pigeons are beautiful, mind you.) I yearn to hear a song; the waterContinue reading “on lunch break”
You
So you– you– want to write a poem? Start by walking out your front door and saying hello to every face you meet: bird in the sky, leaf on the lawn, a summer wind falling gently over you and you still– still– want to write a poem? After an over-worked day at theContinue reading “You”
Now
The subtle dream of reality is nothing but a dream– in words, in thoughts, in praises and deeds– but when all is quiet, all the music turned off, there is still a gentle hum, the remains of reality drifting peacefully in, “Now.” October 30, 2015
on the beach
need not tremble, for there is no place to hide from troubles that never existed– will never exist let the wind be your thoughts, the waves your heartbeat, whispering Love, eternal August 2, 2015
Waiting
Let it go, let it be, this voice that is bothering me, your name reminding me to slow it down. … The spaces in your head– those crevices ain’t dead, just waiting for a whisper and you’re gone. October 13, 2015
Reaching Joy 