I’m pulling out memories like polaroid shots, then tossing them over my shoulder. Where is my life’s worth? There’s a turtle that’d-rather-stay-in-its-shell part of me tonight that wants nothing more than to kick rocks all by itself. I hope you don’t take this personally, but I’d rather be alone. I mean, if you like andContinue reading “A Beautiful Disaster”
Category Archives: Writings
Pet Peev’day
If I’m honest, I hate it when people say, “If I’m honest.” It’s one of the few statements that, whenever I hear it, I immediately question a person’s honesty. Tonight’s post is dedicated to a small sampling of my pet peeves, in no particular order. Mary Kay Pink CadillacsInconsiderate cigarette smokers.Being called “hon”, “honey” orContinue reading “Pet Peev’day”
Teach Your Children
I’m listening to Crosby, Stills & Nash, and their album’s art has pulled me in. It’s the three of them, long-haired and ankle-high pointy-tipped boots. It’s a classic shot, like the Beatles walking on Abby Road. Nash is up the couch’s back with elbows resting on his knees. Stills’ ankle is propped on his kneeContinue reading “Teach Your Children”
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”
The Door: A Poem
There’s a war going on.Inside.There’s a war going on.I’ll hide.Nowhere to escape,I stand.A small, white flagIn hand.What’s the meaning of thisThey demand.It’s not mine to tell,I turn.Knowing full well allWill burn.To the ground not aMoment before.You’ll come to me and Open the door. ~J.D.L,
When In Moab
I hate being manipulated. Scratch that. I hate it when someone tries to manipulate me. I’m decent at sniffing it out; I get an uncomfy feeling in my belly and like a bloodhound that’s treed a fox, there’s an arooing signal that goes off in me. Sometimes I get stuck questioning myself about it. Like,Continue reading “When In Moab”
Cheers, To Me
Uh oh, this is what I feared; a blank mind. I need to have something to write about. Right? But shouldn’t this be a good thing, a time when all my inner voices have settled down and are finally taking a nice, long siesta? I recall a phone call with a good friend years ago,Continue reading “Cheers, To Me”
Choose Your Own Adventure!
I wonder, is it possible to not care about likes and followers? Or to not seek validation from others? If there is, I have yet to figure it out. Speaking of, I told a woman she was an idiot today. Twice. And then I followed it with a thumbs up, er, I mean my middleContinue reading “Choose Your Own Adventure!”
Kanab-A-Bob
The pressures come from all around. To respond, to caregive, to simply check out. Where does one find the center in it all, on the solid ground in the hurricane’s eye where for a moment everything is still? We’re in Kanab, Utah, and it’s the first night among seven more for my family on aContinue reading “Kanab-A-Bob”
You, The Creator
With the skill of an artist’s touch on canvas, or a piece of fabric, or a block, or a blank page, something emerges, something within expressed outwardly, as if by magic. I’m no magician, but sometimes when the moon is in its waxing phase, and all the children are resting soundly in their beds, IContinue reading “You, The Creator”
Going On 40 