Does It Count

  “Oh Hello…what have you brought there?” I hold the plate of kid-baked, decorated,  ginger-bread cookies  in front of her. Eyes are shinny with expectation as she sits up Gray hair, unusually clean, a little thinner, But the same pale blue, opaque...

Phantom Bat Wings

  She kept me around  on her pantry shelf as she sucked another soul glibly into her gullet licking her fingers in feigned innocence knowing I was there  in despair   Clean hope was her enemy It’s fresh scent leads prey off the trail Into the...

The Agony of Almost Perfect

I can hike and ski and walk and write and dig and lift and pull and plant and climb and fall and jump and roll But I be will be sore, after   I have smooth skin, soft skin, long legs, tapering ankles, healthy curly hair, bright eyes, strong feet But parts of me are...

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...