Today after school is out my son gets to come spend time with me. I miss him like the trees miss the rain, like the earth misses the moon, skies dark without him, only little pricks of starlight to find my way. Every other weekend means twenty-six weekends a year and a few holidays. ItContinue reading “Fifty-two days, my Son my sun”
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“Almost none of us commit suicide, and almost all of us self-destruct.”
It’s a cold and breezy morning here, wind is blustering in grey clouds and there’s a chill in the air that belongs on green Irish moors, not Texas in (almost) April. This morning I’m introspective and for the first time in weeks I didn’t wake with an overwhelming dread, anxiety closing off the world aroundContinue reading ““Almost none of us commit suicide, and almost all of us self-destruct.””
Fingernails black with soil
Last weekend I spent half a day clearing out old growth and weeds and grass overtaking my little garden beds. It felt right that when the sun was shining and warm, after quite a bit of rain, that I pull and dig and carry countless armfuls of bracken from the beds. That I pull offContinue reading “Fingernails black with soil”
Loss of a family
I miss my parents tonight. Growing up a Jehovah’s Witness they were my entire world. Our little congregation was all I knew. My father, a pilot, a machinist, a pirate, a fascinating big-hearted man. My mother a hippie, nature-loving, passionate, creative artist. All of course within the confines of the expectations of the religion. MyContinue reading “Loss of a family”
Snow in Texas …And thoughts on needing to NOT be needed
We haven’t had so much snow in this area in forty years I think. It’s charming and reminds me of being in Idaho this time last year. I think it’s beautiful even as it reminds me of what I left behind. I need to be not needed. More than I need water, or air. IContinue reading “Snow in Texas …And thoughts on needing to NOT be needed”
Leo
As a child I’d laze in sunbeams, My head on my chin as my teeth gnawed blades of grass from the garden Staring lost in the gaze of my mom’s regal Magnificent Leo We grew up together, he and I, on the lap of my mother, Two kittens drunk on the sweetened milk Of theContinue reading “Leo”
Do Not Be Domesticated
Do not be domesticated. You were born with the moon in your blood And owls know your true name. Howl in everything you do, even if it is silent. Leave wakes of energy behind you That smell of fresh rain and teardrops. Hidden wildlings recognize you, Shouldering out of the shadows, Nuzzling the folds ofContinue reading “Do Not Be Domesticated”
“But she who dares not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose.” ― Anne Bronte
I kept at it, my palm sticky and wet red, Grabbing again and again, until I changed hands, My right my left The wounds grew jagged and wept and dried black On the edges. I’d been doing this a long time now, Even though the flower had thrown me away she was the one whoContinue reading ““But she who dares not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose.” ― Anne Bronte”
Bloom
when you pass the mirror, do your eyes only see the light behind you afraid to catch your own eye then you’d have to forgive yourself heart so big it echoes the skies, storming down jagged arrows of anger while you burn so deeply you only smell soot afraid of your own voice because itContinue reading “Bloom”
Not her fault or mine.
I was driving home yesterday and it struck me. A switch flipped. Just like getting sober, a switch flipped. I finally comprehend that my Stardust simply wasn’t right for me. And it’s not anyone’s fault. She couldn’t know at the beginning that she’d never trust me. And she tried so hard. I, in turn, couldn’tContinue reading “Not her fault or mine.”
A Burd in Flight 