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 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
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
Kismet
Well I didn’t expect this.It’s like: the first whiff of fresh-baked bread. Or the smell of spring in the morning through an open bedroom window. I didn’t expect this.the surprise/appreciation/delightof your gift – all the betterbecause it was unlooked-for. It fit. It fit perfectly, as if someone had me in in mind (and of course…you did).And now I wonder what will make … Continue reading Kismet
Stunted
Slow and steady suffocation - Pressure built since her gestation, (solid, squat configuration) Tired of domestication – so she tries inebriation. Give the slightest indication, she will try for liberation. But, in spite of her frustration (run from supposed degradation) the unknown of novelization threatens all anticipation. And so, to supreme irritation, - almost like … Continue reading Stunted
Pocket Sized 