Homesick for unopened boxes packed in a rush before the next storm would surely come Covering roads leading out, preferably, permanently south It's been cold here too long Like their hair in old pictures I didn't mind the recurring memory of him pushing her head through the wall until hearing confirmation that it hadn't been…Read more Pry
True Stories
There is no life that does not contribute to history- Dorothy West
Perennial Passion
Every year The memory comes Of bloodshed, death and rebirth The long drive from here to there Where eyes bore warnings for untold miles of required silence against protest, planked boards and fallen angels who tromped alongside him as he walked towards predestined ruin She spewed truth like afterbirth From his speared side Man alive!…Read more Perennial Passion
Forty
Aches and a universal rule Perpetual acceptance The welcome mat across the threshold of the universe Greeting, meeting each new day with a yes and know Grace, like the unconditional love from a dog, a god whose perrienial acceptance, freshly joins us in each new moment You're here! You're here! Be here now with me…Read more Forty
Joy De’spite
Jaune ballon In spite of me Crooked crook Being Disjointed joined the day Seized in confining Paralysis A permanently paused life We wanted to count two Beyond limitations To taste life, like you To touch life, like you Walking, talking, living Free The unintended rebellion Jaune ballon Perched on the warm breeze towards a heaven…Read more Joy De’spite
The Scream
The point is not to frighten people with ideas or images. Fear is an interpretation of what is. Truth is. Absolutes have no agenda. In the context of our constructs light can be manipulated to cast shadows of anything. I'd painted a variation in high school after realizing I'd grown fur and was finding beautifully…Read more The Scream
Cardboard Box
The mint mouthwash and vitamin C On Sunday mornings signified Return to cinder On the burning street They'd take her food, sleep, peace Possibilities She'd come to collect in the blaring porch light gathering plastic baggage Under the stares And familiar scent of a cold cheek Everything we store away must be addressed Return to…Read more Cardboard Box
Balancé
Waltz, two three Balancé Between extreme polarities Screaming right and wrong A little of this or that A soundless, graceful shift from here to there Set to ancient music Disturbed By condemnation of discernment The I in ignorance Fearing to lose that which cannot be lost Temporally misplaced Where have I put them? Where could…Read more Balancé
Hideaway Inn
If the Social Contract were a song it might be Hotel California; you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. The theme has strung itself through several nights of sleeping stories for months or maybe longer. Last nights motel room had two exits protecting a tired truth in a locked cabinet under…Read more Hideaway Inn
Baby It’s Cold Outside
Some people love winter. I get it. You ski and have 100 Pinterest boards dedicated to Hygge featuring cozy cabins, soup recipes, arm knitted scarves, steaming mugs topped with cinnamon sticks, majestic landscapes draped in white, glittering fondant. Chimneys, sleds and icicles make you nostalgic. There's even a special drawer for your collection of mittens.…Read more Baby It’s Cold Outside
Green Peace
I am green and it'll do fine, it's beautiful And I think it's what I want to be- Kermit Yesterday I cleared out all the old things which had once been new. It's somewhat of a year end ritual. Objects representing markers of time; cards, books, janky clutter and those articles of clothing that waded…Read more Green Peace
Born in Providence 