Another month has passed in a whirlwind of absent moments. To where I feel the only mark of time is how often I refill my pill sorting box. It’s Wednesday again, another week gone, in cycle over and over again and it’s a month, it’s a quarter of the year, it’s four years altogether. TheContinue reading “Absent Moments”
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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”
Prime of My Life
My entire existence I’ve been told “a woman’s sexual prime is in her 40’s…I looked forward to feeling that rush, that high, of being there. Feeling more myself than ever. Having a confidence I couldn’t have imagined before. Of being seen by others in a light I never had. In many ways most of thoseContinue reading “Prime of My Life”
Constellation, a reading
Mourn
I walk to the trees, for they cannot walk to me. But in dreams they do. They come to me calling, whispering my name in the sighs of their branches, laughing trickling down to me through their leaves, for they are as happy to be known as I am. No one knows me as aContinue reading “Mourn”
Drum Waltz
I dance For my feet shall sing And move me along with the notes, Toeing the soil our mother holds me And the tree who has always reached for me Since I saw her Seems to also hold the stars in her hands. I move Without music playing all I can hear Are drums relegatingContinue reading “Drum Waltz”
A Burd in Flight 