life blooms right through death
and they beautify each other
Personal Journal
A dash of heat
All other seasons in Phoenix are just hyphenated summers:
Value-able
some see treasure in everything,
while others die believing
everyone else struck gold but
never finding any for themselves —
how sad for those lost, bitter beings
who were ever blind of heart
X
life is a treasure map
and also the treasure
Hiding from the sleep cops
I’ve had such bad insomnia the sleep cops have issued a warrant for my rest.
Close quarters & distant dreams
in good times and in bad
’til death do us part
isn’t just for marriage —
but family too — lifelong vows
coursing through our blood
Dissecting hearts
If falling in love feels this good, being in love must be intolerable.
journal, age fifteen
Looking back at myself
i lost myself
and panicked
like a parent
who lost sight
of their child
— i looked in
all the places
i had been —
looked in all
the corners
of my soul —
it had been
so long since
i had seen
myself that
very nearly
i gave up —
but suddenly
one fall day
on passing
a mirror i saw
acceptance
in an old face
and realized
i don’t need
that little lost
girl anymore
Re-learning at 49
watching over the shoulder of patience
studying how he does his work
Heart ink
Keep a diary even if you rip it up every night.
Goosebumps
A flock of honking geese
just flew over my city backyard
goosebumps, I got goosebumps
never, ever have I seen this
beautiful feat of nature from
my own little speck I call home
for an awesome morning moment
all my human burdens forgotten
Dr Reubens
laughed so hard
i healed myself
Sway
I suffer from pendulum feelings.