My holiday spirit waxes and wanes, day to day, moment to moment — the tide comes in, then slips back out. I ride it like a floaty feather, its downy lightness swirling and twirling like a pirouetting ballerina. With expectation’s volume set to mute, my gaze settles on the horizon, on the sun’s millimeter-by-millimeter descent.Continue reading “The Spirit Within: A Poem-like Waxing”
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The Rocks We Carry
I verbally slapped a client today.The words were out before I could catch them. Not cruel, but sharp. A line too direct, a little too unfiltered. Immediately, I scrambled into damage control:“Are we good?” We are.And yet—I’m in my head about it. I used to get caught in this spiral far more often post-session. WonderingContinue reading “The Rocks We Carry”
Errands of the Heart
The internet and its comments never fail: “Do you ever think about how scary it is that Earth is just a floating ball in the middle of space… but we still have credit scores?” Isn’t that some crazy business? Today was a day of catching up on the buggery things that usually get swiped away—kindContinue reading “Errands of the Heart”
The Unwanted Goodbye: A Poem
I ordered my coffee, as I had time and time before,Expecting the same, needing nothing more.As I scanned the room, a familiar face caught my eye—Everyone, everything disappeared, just you and I. It had been two months but seemed much less,And yet, a lifetime, I must confess.The small talk was unfulfilling, nowhere near what IContinue reading “The Unwanted Goodbye: A Poem”
Spirit of the Tiger: A Poem
I received a perfectly square book with mostly blank pages—a journal. Scattered throughout were quotes from the poet Rumi and whimsical, streaky pictures. In 2004, I began to fill its pages with reflections on my loves, losses, and whatever wisdom I had at the time. I’d like to share some of those entries with you,Continue reading “Spirit of the Tiger: A Poem”
Droopy: A Poem
Droopy, the eighth dwarf, weathered and calcified from the sun’s careless beating. Droopy, a drop lowering, a waxy wave of wonder. A candle too hot to return to itself flows into something anew. A feeble-bodied waterless man of the desert, pulling, clawing forward disappears. A swayed back horse out to pasture, the golden years thatContinue reading “Droopy: A Poem”
Middle-Aged Lady Rap
I’m a midnight grinder, a shamrock finder, got a calendar, don’t need a reminder. I’m built Ford tough, edges rough, whenever I’m hot springin’ it’s in the buff. I down my steak rare, am a baller at foursquare, you better believe I oppose the electric chair. I’ve never had a gallstone, send messages via Iphone,Continue reading “Middle-Aged Lady Rap”
The Ride
On your tippy toes, you reach, and your sight line raises just above a blanket of billowing clouds that are tucking in the land. You are a bird, the tip of the tallest tree, the hiker at the tallest peak, backstroking, and whales spouting into the infinitely available. Here, perceptive as preying panthers, are CanadaContinue reading “The Ride”
Intimacy’s Devilish Dance: A Poem
Shrouded with barbed wire, we trudge the land of the untouchable. Enter At Your Own Risk, the scalding caldrons seem to say, oozing forth with frothing anticipation. A Venus Fly Trap, its tendrils hypnotize and tempt, then snap tight its kill. A funhouse mirror twists the thin to swirly and morphs whispers to screams. AContinue reading “Intimacy’s Devilish Dance: A Poem”
As It Seems: A Poem
Why am I such a miserable fool? The mutterings echo off the toilet bowl-stained limestone. I dream of freshly laundered linens and rose hip-oiled loins, the ones found in decadent masquerade parties where bowls of keys promise the mysterious. Take my hand, and we’ll run with our dresses flowing like scarves. How naive we’ll beContinue reading “As It Seems: A Poem”
Going On 40 