Leaving was more than I could bear, and coming back offered no resolve. This place, me, the salt water on my skin – how could I have gone when so much of me got stuck here, and so much of this place clung to my hopes, my promises and now my regrets? A young couple,Continue reading “Cannon Beach”
Drowned my pills, and drank at will, said my prayers, and cursed that hill, clawed my way to another day, begged to go, cried to stay.
Lost in the noise of people living and the chaos of the breathing, we forget ourselves – all the passions, all the believing that feeds the dreamer and kills her at the same time. #poetryinmotion #mywritings
I told you who I was, but you never saw me. I showed you my soul, and you never heard me. So I slipped away one day, standing right before you. And no one ever heard the door close when love left.
“It’s a crown,” she boasted in front of a captive audience. “I found it in the ditch the other day after it rained. And you know the Nile flows through those waters and washes up stuff from the past. And on that day, it washed up none other than Cleopatra’s crown!” As she began toContinue reading “Show and Tell”
It was Valentines Day 2009. I was asleep in my bed but could hear whispers. I woke with the two of you standing beside me as I slept, smiling with pride and eager for me to notice the gift you had left on my pillow. It was a plastic rose. “We were playing cowboys andContinue reading “Mommas, Boys and Valentine’s Day”
Sometimes I’m caught off guard when the thought of you hits me so hard, tugging at my memories of you, so rare and so few. You’re the one person I’ll never get over – no real closure ’til I get to hold you a little longer. Merry Christmas, Faith!
They were a gift with rules, an ordinance to conform and convert. But the falling snow summoned me to come play. Restless and burdened with sure death, I pulled on my new boot straps ’til each heel was snuggly in place. I didn’t have to look up to know you hovered over me, watching myContinue reading “The Boots”
Hell beckons me home where the promise of comfort soothes my restless feet and calms my aimless heart. The demons speak in familiar tones reminding me that I belong to this desolate, dying land where only the slightly insane can exist but never live. It is here that generations regenerate the myth that this isContinue reading “Oklahoma”
While I could not cry in front of you, I cried once for you – in front of strangers. But then again it could have just been the vodka, or life’s regrets – perhaps it was only allergies that caused such a commotion of compulsion. Who knows what God’s thinking in these rare moments ofContinue reading “Strangers”