Why is it that time can heal my wounds only to leave scars that Exist in my head and not on my arms Where I can see them. I only wish I remembered this pain before it Swelled up in my throat And choked me. I didn’t pick up the phone. I let it ring,... Continue Reading →
I can't sleep or I'll get drunk, On the lucid liquid I sip in my dreams. If I fall too deep I won't wake up Because I'll dream of you, alive and well, My hair is long and my hands are full With dandelions from the garden we planted. If I sleep I'll remember everything... Continue Reading →
Soon popsicles and lemon drops became too sweet and I realized, my father too, preferred hot tea.
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Coming: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Trinkets dance as the days roll along. The leaves fall to the ground, Damp and deteriorated Waiting for the winter. The girls ask what vixen I will become But all I think of is the vixen I've been as the third year approaches. It's like Christmas and less like Halloween. New gifts opened and the... Continue Reading →
I will grow old with these men. As the lonely trees have the wind, I have my brothers.
Head in the Sky: The Ancients
5:24am: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
5:24amI wake up at 5:24am to a room of dimly lit candlesAnd confusion.A day doesn’t pass that I don’t hope he will appear to me in the night.Wish for it.Hope for it.Dread it.To sit at my bed and tell me he is proud,That he sees me,Still sees me,And always will.I dreamt of him today,We were... Continue Reading →
Porridge: An Excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Porridge Porridge:A lumpy morning soup.Like oatmeal, onlyMade with oats or cornmeal.It’s sweet and filling,And quickly finished.The scent of nutmeg,CinnamonAnd brown sugar.Porridge:It fills you up and keeps you warm.Daddy made it best,“Eat the corners first, they won’t burn your tongue.”Porridge:What we have left to remember.It’s sweet and filling,And quickly finished.Like life,Like love,Like him.It’s sweet and fillingAnd all... Continue Reading →