There are two sides to every story. Even my own story. Probably every story I’ve ever told myself.
Personal Journal
Seriocomic
I like people who don’t take life too seriously but who do take very seriously the gratitude for being alive.
Play-grounding
i can muster up
some pretty good
grace & elegance
if need be — but
when it comes to
chocolate, crayons
or playful animals
i always become a
bumbling giggling
messy little girl —
Cutthroat
squeeze tight — dollars drip,
lay off loyalty — tears drop,
squeeze tighter — cents bleed
U.$.A.
America —
toxic profit
center of
the world
Beyond the horizon
I still believe in some faraway place where it’s all okay.
Forever…
as inevitable as
aging and taxes —
death is no longer
the surety it was
Falling to pieces
I’m a dandelion puff in a harsh wind.
Jane & the sun
Sometimes prayers collide and miracles are born.
Bottled
trapped in a bottle
thrown out to sea
trapped in a bottle
my wishes are three
trapped in a bottle
that’s drunken me
trapped in a bottle
emotions stormy
trapped in a bottle
flashing brightly
trapped in a bottle
this vessel empty
Intentionally blank
We can’t really say anything about anything anymore without first washing it down to meaninglessness.
Enthus¡asm
Be the dot on the exclamation point of life!
Reeling
fifty hit me
a ton of bricks
insult to injury
for some body
still on the floor
under the anvil
of forty-nine