I’m reaching for something out of reach. The madness of it sends me into fits of despair. Are you there? I’m alone. But I thought you were near. It wrings my stomach like a wet towel. I’ve given my all, and what’s left is sour milk. I spit. I’m no longer me but an artificialContinue reading “A Rat In A Cage”
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Too Busy: A Poem
I wanted to write with lightning bolts from the darkest clouds; ink ran dry. I desired to blaze the boldest trail in the thickest snags; clippers are rusty. I craved an exotic mushroom dish in uptown Manhattan; stuck in an elevator. I want to twirl my dress in the air with outstretched arms and eyesContinue reading “Too Busy: A Poem”
Maria Maria
A thousand tries, cries, and wondering whys.The night shift clocks out earlyno one goes home.Under the sun is a world.That glimpses the shimmering fairy.And a light feeling tickles the toes.Candle wax is melted and stamped.An invitation is hand-delivered.Then a gentle knock. The door opens.An amber light glows, and energy flows.Then a Voice comes:“It wasn’t allContinue reading “Maria Maria”
Fade To Black
There’s a locked box that won’t bust open.Its contents are silver and gold.I’m told.You’ll meet me in the valley, in the shade where our love once existed.It’s in us still, or did you forget?Reset.Let’s sit back in our chairs, and rock, and listen.To the swirling sound of dishwater draining.And to the soft whispers a-buzzing, ourContinue reading “Fade To Black”
Poetic Waxings
If we’re being straight, it’s not due to my arriving late at the party.Not to worry, I’m licensed and verified by the necessary authority.It’s been a long day – much, much too long- wouldn’t you agree?Serving food to homeless mothers and their children isn’t for me.You see, life needs to look a certain way, orContinue reading “Poetic Waxings”
Embodied Boldly
I am compelled to neatly tidy the untidiness in relationships. Like returning home to check a door I know is locked – I am drawn to do it. I run on a hamster wheel to the end that’s still the start, and I wonder why? This mind racing tastes like a teen spirited away. I’mContinue reading “Embodied Boldly”
Imagine Wagons
The texture on the office wall reminded me of when I was a kid and how I’d follow its dimension on sleepless nights. I’d scamper across its hills and valleys with nothing more than a knapsack over my shoulder. I’d trek the ridgelines of the familiar over the shapes I’d conquered and to the featuresContinue reading “Imagine Wagons”
Catch Me If You Can
Trust is a cat and mouse game of peek-a-boo. It’s an acrobatic leap into the air. And the unknown, we fling ourselves. A catch me if you can, can you? Some counseling sessions seem to twist the trust volume up to an ear-shielding pitch. And as a counselor, I get caught in its losing battlesContinue reading “Catch Me If You Can”
A Gentle Ride
There’s a leaf; it looks like a moth, feet gripping to the side of a cedar. March’s chill reminds me still that it’s fall, not spring. I take a breath, a long and heavy breath, to release my previous session. I reset and forget and feel the comfort of my bed from underneath me. TheContinue reading “A Gentle Ride”
Breaking Bad’s Barrier
I’m at a loss on what to write about tonight, so perhaps I’ll start with the weather: It rained like crazy today. Oh, but then the sun broke through. For a moment. Then it vanished. I recall it raining a bunch more. And oddly enough the sun came again. But not to fear, it’s rainingContinue reading “Breaking Bad’s Barrier”
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