I love hats. I can easily spend an hour in a store. squealing in delight, trying them on, and checking out all their angles. When I first lift that hat from the shelf my mind fills with possibilities. I see myself, a wind swept beach, a book. and an oversize straw brim shading my face … Continue reading Are You a Hat Person?
I've sat on the floor, against my door, tears in my eyes, my father dead on the other side My phone rings, that needy friend needing things Two words ended the conversation, I can't, followed by a bitch and cessation She didn't ask why, she didn't hear me cry, no need to say bye Twenty … Continue reading friends
I want to turn off the world I want to flip the switch I can't read one more headline Or hear about one more sitch People make me sick Seeing all the things they say On posts about immigrants, Women's rights, or kids that are gay When did this become okay To shout … Continue reading To Reboot Page Click Refresh
I can't see the colors in the sunset I no longer hear the birdsong The leaves on the tree, I don't notice It's all been dark too long Timing my goings to avoid them Putting on a happy face Conversations I never even hear Faking smiles from place to place Raw acid in my mouth … Continue reading Until This Life Is Done
Sliding into the rabbit hole Swallowed by the dark Not knowing up from down No light, no sparks One small misstep Sends thoughts into a spiral Infecting my soul Shadows that are viral Bound in the corner Self doubt as my gag Choking on my tears And this foul, greasy rag Forgotten … Continue reading I Stepped Out
Sinking into the blue gray storm Waiting for the balance in the tide After the violent swell crashes But before it pulls me out to sea I wait my turn I long for my day Cradled in the warm sand Calmed by the rhythmic slap of water Caressed by a gentle breeze … Continue reading The Storm
Three lines of cars circling the chapel, picking up kids and taking them home. Helping them with homework and cooking their dinners. One little girl is sitting on the sidewalk waiting. Every engine noise that goes by making her look up. This isn’t her first time waiting, it isn’t her first time being the last one here. She wants … Continue reading Forgotten Wild Flowers (a childhood memory)