I need to write more often

Life tends to get so busy these days it’s the last thing I think of. Changed jobs, improved my screened porch, settling into my little home with the panthers. Dad is declining quickly. We honestly didn’t think he’d still be here at this point, and it’s been an adventure with many medical ups and downsContinue reading “I need to write more often”

From Every Beautiful Mile by Ashley Manley

This. Through all the heartache. The numbness that’s plagued me for the past five years. This is why I don’t regret loving who I’ve loved. Because it’s all part of me. And knowing I’m capable of so much passion and love is a wonderful thing. My muse needs to be myself, and it always was,Continue reading “From Every Beautiful Mile by Ashley Manley”

Air

All the windows and doors open all day with no AC running, hearing the birds and wind again in my little home, piling on blankets to ward off the overnight chill while I listen to crickets in the dark…this weather is absolute bliss and the panthers and I are soaking it up as much asContinue reading “Air”

Divinity

Lengths of leather nudge the warps and welds of fingertips, I leave fingerprints pressed in glue And stitch over them to hide the marks. Can’t help but stumble and drop needles, My hands atremble for you are near. Blowing fan behind your hourglass form I’m in a breeze that hugged you first It whispers yourContinue reading “Divinity”

Sunday

Sitting thinking there was nothing to write about these days. And my mind is such a whirlwind that I can’t even remember who I’ve told about my dad and his brain surgery a few weeks ago. Have I even written about it here? That’s a later post if not. I woke on the day afterContinue reading “Sunday”

One more year

Of your towering smiles, your warm arms, Of lumbering voice that could shake the windowsills And terrorize the birds outside If you were less gentle. One more year Of tucking feathers in each other’s messy hair When the trail calls our names And we wander farther than our eyes think, Our feet carrying us asContinue reading “One more year”

When a woman spends time cutting a sailboat into pieces, under the tallest pecans for 100 miles…

Well. About 15 years ago my ever adventurous dad parked his 30 foot sailboat in their backyard down by the creek lining the bottom of the property. It sat there for a while, under the towering pecans, until a storm made the creek flood and picked the boat clean off the trailer, spun it, andContinue reading “When a woman spends time cutting a sailboat into pieces, under the tallest pecans for 100 miles…”

Punishment

“It is a mourning, to be broken for one we love. And it doesn’t heal easily or quickly. I’m over three years now from walking away from who I thought was the love of my life and still not the same. It is unfair how we punish ourselves.” I wrote this today to my longestContinue reading “Punishment”

Music

Is still so hard for me. It was our love language, how we ached for one another, how we wooed, preened one another’s feathers. My eyes flutter shut when I remember the smell and taste of her under me while we listened to our love story playlist. How she would call me “Grasshopper”. How itContinue reading “Music”