Amber wings waft through my door
before The Scissors come cut out my breath
and rip the blanket from my grasp
that lies upon the sodden floor.... more »
I’d guess she was about ten or eleven years old,
skipping along to her dad’s long stride,
holding his hand and oblivious for a sweet while
to the taunting, whispers and giggles she must get from ...... more »
Hours of listening to the crickets and their revelations,
with heads bent over pots of tea,
and innumerable tempests in the china cups we dropped in the grass, were not enough to embitter you ...... more »
How is it that letting go, and hanging on,
can be so different and yet painful in equal measure.
Why is hello as gut-wrenching to me as good-bye.
Can each feeling be as difficult as the next... more »
I said good-bye to a friend yesterday
and I didn't cry,
no I didn't descend into my catacomb of life's losses
or uncork the bottle of tears I've been saving... more »
The bluebells now have finally gone
back to the earth that bore them,
all my life I’ll dread their bloom
for they mark a time of mourning.... more »
In the hushed privacy of night
my heartbreak at last overflowed
bursting forth like a wild river, undammed.... more »
I need to lie down and close the eyes of my eyes.
I need to slam the doors on what breaks me; to paint my mother’s face in my mind.... more »
There are times in one's life, sometimes fleeting,
where it seems as though a camera shutter snaps
and they are locked forever in memory.... more »
Quiet as the stars
submerged in the human ocean, undetected
until blood washed up and revealed
malicious, scheming, multiplying destruction,
mutating hopes to ashes
and tomorrows to dust.
Joy is stripped from days like corn from a cob,
discarded, obliterating the sun,
prying fingers from a frail grasp.
Time and the dog cringe forebodingly in the corner,
crooning in long tocks and whimpers
because they recognize a life torn to pieces.
One has begun to mourn, the other cares not.
I cannot carry the dark burden of the words
but refused to ...