I don’t know if I believe in reincarnationbut in a way, I find it terrifying -in my darkest moments, with no comfort to be found in believing that, at least some day, all of this will end. Unlearned lessons cannot be left behind,when I shuffle off this mortal coil - no; they will be there, waiting, … Continue reading Whispers
Bad Poetry
The Weight That’s Left Behind
A quickness in the breath A clearing of the throat A flexing of the knuckles To keep oneself afloat Hands are used to to push Through hours and through days Whispering encouragements And building up with praise Work through others' tensions Massage away the pain They walk away unburdened And thank you for their gain … Continue reading The Weight That’s Left Behind
The Gray
I’m sanding my rough edges And trying to descend From the hill that I kept dying on I’m trying to make amends My breath, it comes out ragged I don’t know what to say I’m trying to move from black and white To living in the gray So rigid and inflexible Unable to see the … Continue reading The Gray
Home
There is no home without you. I’ve come back to the house before, when you haven’t been here. It’s a house, not a home, and it transforms the minute you get back. Or before – before there was a you that became a part of us. I lived in other places, other houses. I got … Continue reading Home
Gardening
When I feel myself dipping into an all-too-familiar rabbit hole of worry and focus on everything that is going wrong (that hole, with its darkness and dankness and suffocating closeness) I'm trying to recognize the good things more. I'm trying to step back - just a little - and remember everything that has gone right. I'm reliving … Continue reading Gardening
Girl
Hello to the little girl that was me years ago, before I got older, grew up, and did the things you're supposed to do. . Hello to that girl, who stayed with me, living quietly in my brain most times - but sometimes moving to my stomach: shaking, and trembling ("Oh, my nervous stomach," I … Continue reading Girl
A Birthday Poem
Written for my brother, Ethan, on his 18th birthday Today is your birthday, oh yes, it's today! Celebrate in the most wonderful way. But first, with some jokes and a few sly Seuss-isms, allow me to guide you through Adult-World Prisms. You can legally vote now, and go off to war - but that is … Continue reading A Birthday Poem
One and Two
One and Two I was one, and you were two. I was not me, but lost in you. But you were you and could still be yourself without being lost in me. It takes two ones to make up two, and I did all I could for you. I cared so much, I couldn’t see … Continue reading One and Two
The Day My Grandmother Died
The day my grandmother died,the world didn’t stop turning. Clocks didn’t stopas she inched toward death, helped along by morphine.It took almost three days.Her children, those living,sat in a vigil by her bedside,and said prayers.It’s too much,my father cried – too much, all within six weeks. He cried, while stroking her hair.telling her it was okay to let … Continue reading The Day My Grandmother Died
Ode to Coffee
O Brewing Cup! Thou dost renew mine spirits wavering. Cheers for Caffeine – Thou art so true to mine heart quavering. When Thou art ever by my side amid the frosty morn, my skepticism is belied and faith in Thee reborn! O Mocha Hot, and ever rich O Latte, smooth and mild. Columbian! Good for … Continue reading Ode to Coffee
Pocket Sized 