Now That I Don’t Need You

I don’t hate you anymore Now that I don’t need you I don’t want to hit you in the head Or slap your face Or shake sense into your brain Now that I don’t need you I don’t want to report you, Punish you and cut you Now that I don’t need you I don’t really care about...

Grief has Taught Me

…taught me to hold onto my truth Taught me truth is medicine Taught me that when I break the shattered parts expand Taught me to allow, and melt, and love Into the cracks Taught me not to hide Taught me I am allowed privacy Taught me, I’m not so special Taught me to...

Unfurled and Flying

Feeling sad was always bad So I pushed Past it Around it Ground it Down into a dust  Slow-filtering out as much as I could trust  through clutched-tight, tiny heart-cracks meeting up with tears swallowed into my chest   it created…quite a muddy mess...

Instead

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...

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...

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...