Making Sense

It  MAKES SENSE  to cry a lot.  What didn’t make any sense was to be numb in my little bed,  to shove away the fear, grief, unmet needs,  then arrive outside my bedroom door,  at the classroom door, at the neighbor’s door with a big smile on my face. That tore me up,...

Band-Aid Kiss

There’s the heartbreak wave  sad and fresh  that sweeps in over my rocky-sould when love doesn’t work out. There’s the horror-loss-heart when assurance is ripped away people, always supposed to be Aren’t  and won’t ever again  smile or breathe. And there’s another...

The Most Peace Needed

Just hang a left and pavement turns to mud and keeps them out All except the most hardy The most in need of peace I pass the chained-off track to the pond and I’m almost home I’m almost to my first and only all-mine place to be The timbers soar towards the chilly sky...

Ice

There was no ice where I was born Then the giant’s took me to the cold.   They busied:  Prepared for games, and conquering. Child-me stared up at the sun…golden  Then down  where it turned silver in the ice covered boulders Wrapped, dripped around…   Ice grew out over...

Hhhmm. That’s Good

I wish I could drink coffee every day   I try to make it a good thing, a healthier thing. My special brew is ½ decaf, and yet still so rich, and I make it sweet, I love it sweet. But with Stevia, not sugar. Almond Milk, not half & half.   There’s many a morning I...