Bargaining for apples In contaminated bins The sitting money bought us time together Cut in thirds across an empty carpet Out of Love She said goodbye To blame or scorn or sin A borrowed bread broken by shame For needs that were both unseen yet hidden Frigid heir And invisible descendants baring a name known…Read more Lot’s
True Stories
There is no life that does not contribute to history- Dorothy West
Leap
Privy points of view Secure ledges A flying buttress Soaring higher than required effortless, easy So sharp, crisp, unfuctwith Casual confidence, pairs well with pressed slack, Breathing room The kind unavailable in a single unit A chipper pep talk, peppered with Advice You've never had to swallow Listen to the expert tell you about…Read more Leap
Flock
Flock. We find our way back together; birds fish, sheepish nests, wool and air Once upon a while I wasn't there. It's good to die in that sense Egos waffle, wax and wain We only need to worry about the rocks in our box, bag, wagon Keep climbing And what we see each time we…Read more Flock
Scalloped Edge
The searing pan and succulent meet Crisped in a puddle of sweet creamery butter Warmed under a gentle and steady flame You knew my name Didn't have to ask for a thing This was an offering, a gift From the see, A perfect pairing with Gorgonzola Freshly ground Grinding black pepper and a gentle nibble…Read more Scalloped Edge
Night and Day
When people don't have skills to manage distressing realities they sometimes assuage discomfort through diminishing, repetitious proclamations; like commercials advertising products you don't need. It was often contradictory accusations like shut up, I can't hear you. Stop trying so hard, lazy. You need to do a little soul searching. Oh fa' gods sake,…Read more Night and Day
Writing on a Wall
Walk the burning street and live there. Unlikely alternatives forcing you to peel off sticky labels conveniently slapped where understanding wants to be. You don't know me. You don't know mine. No need for explanations. Chin up buttercup. You got this. * Resilience counts as a blessing for sure. For more poetic blessings head over…Read more Writing on a Wall
La Postal
Hi, How was your weekend? I hope it was restful. Life is so complex; I mean, it's beautiful but it doesn't exactly come with an instruction manual. There's the word and fairy tales but sometimes we find ourselves in a story gap. Yea? This morning on my run (which I had to do early before…Read more La Postal
End-titled
“We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.” ― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale There are over 7 billion people in the world. I often wonder how many…Read more End-titled
No Thanks
It's not that I'm anti mothers or ungrateful for the miracle of human reproduction but I've always found myself averse towards rewarding adult choices. There's something trivializing and strangely dysfunctional about this particular holiday. Again, it's not that I don't appreciate the concept of caregiving, it just feels like the original intent for the holiday…Read more No Thanks
V.I.P
It was a radio, then t.v show that started in the 40's and ran for over 20 years; Queen for a Day. Also called the 'Cinderella show', it featured four women sitting in front of a studio audience while Jack Bailey summarized each of their personal struggles with a poetic, mildly sexist, lilt. The audience would…Read more V.I.P
Born in Providence 