Cosmic punchline. Which came first the hurt or the healing? One of the more helpful realizations in trauma recovery was asking who hurt the person who hurt. If we trace human history all the way back to its beginning there is indeed, a punch-line. Sometimes our history looks a little like an eternal…Read more Cosmic Punchline
Me Too
Can't stop researching this week. Since I have to work at a tolerably distressing day job (for which I'm humbly grateful) there never seems to be enough time to finish complete, well rounded thoughts, let alone write whole posts. But this one's persistent. I'm obeying the voices, sitting in my car in front of the…Read more Me Too
Lot’s
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
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
Numbers Game
The calories require counting Corralling potential rogue meals Under foot and feet on scales and Pavement; pound, pound, pound 1000 calories down sealing pant size Pint sized Protection; I realized The prophylactic preservation of self-inflicted frailty No body ever goes in No body ever comes out Under Armour 60 minutes an hour a day 60…Read more Numbers Game
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
Palette
Prying off the boreds To fill the empty space Stripping the surface of dead wood, rusty nails Deconstructing shapes of its former function Form or function? Why can't he just have it all? The scrapped palette had been useful for carrying heavy loads had broad shoulders and big hips like a wooden workhorse Now found…Read more Palette
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
Born in Providence 