Friday, August 12, 2016
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Each morning anew I promise to feel;
Not turn things askew, nor hardened as steel.
I open my heart, whate're each day brings,
To anger and hurt and sadness that stings.
I promised to wed with my being—whole—
Let's forsake this dread and press for the goal:
Through each painful dearth, we'll discover new mirth.
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Wetness licks my hand.
Perhaps my puppy—your puppy—our harrier—is seeking a playmate—
I see no wagging tail, lolling tongue, or wide puppy eyes.
It is the rain, accompanying my lithe body—I dance along the cobbled street—
I sit at my desk in the artificially-lit room, surrounded by electronic hums.
You are beside me, telling a joke—bringing tears to my eyes—
You and me—together—laughing so hard—
Your silence is palpable; your invisibility, pungent.
Another tear smudges the ink before me.
I wipe my face, trying to whisk away incrimination.
I count my blessings and tell myself I should be filled, brimming, overflowing with—
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
There it is again:
‘Write about happy things.’
This image depicts
Be who you are.
my loneliness and desperation.
Because you never know
But why hide those words
who would love
when I display