Stages, Phases, Seasons, Periods, Chapters, Parts, Moments… They are ways we organize our lives. They affect everything, and everyone. They attempt to contain what is invisible. They represent something you cannot hold Which is? TIME. TIME. We don’t control it. We don’t know how much is left. We cannot see ahead of where we are … More A Poem: “Time”
Your eyes. The white is both canvas and parchment That give unlimited possibilities for art. The inside ring contains the colors of outside. They add hue and dimension to my life’s painting. The center is the ink well I dip my quill in- To write the stories for all to read. When I say “I … More A Poem: “Your Eyes”
“I don’t think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.” ― Anne Frank Contrary from the last cluster of articles I’ve posted… I am not ALWAYS so existential, or “meta” analytical. I made the comment to one of my closest friends about how I felt so glad I get to be … More Not Always Sad
“There are three possible parts to a date, of which at least two must be offered: entertainment, food, and affection. It is customary to begin a series of dates with a great deal of entertainment, a moderate amount of food, and the merest suggestion of affection. As the amount of affection increases, the entertainment can … More Single Lady
I told the truth I swear I did! But the truth is different now than when I was a kid I thought that truth was absolute Until that one truth got the boot Why did I first conflate the two- That to be sure, it must be true. When what is sure after all “I” … More A Poem: “Truth”
In the void I was never really lost. I thought I was, and I was right. I still was. Was, but not lost. In between “founds” There is a stillness in the void. A quiet, beyond quiet. An absence, full of density. A darkness felt, not seen. Voids are everywhere. They are the in between. … More A Poem: “The Void”
“MORE MORE MORE!” The hungry people cry. “MORE MORE MORE!” I have it all inside. I am made up of water. The lake in me is full. “I am” is on the boat. I can see fragments of value swimming. But I have to catch each one with a shiny hook *I feel like I … More A Poem: “The Catch”
“But they were happy” And it was us And you were you And I was me All those words are past tense, you see. What are we now? And are we, “we?” Who are you currently choosing to be? I know who I am. Have you forgot? The past certainly was. But in the present… … More A Poem: “Tenses”
“The word is the most powerful tool you have as a human; it is the tool of magic. But like a sword with two edges, your word can create the most beautiful dream, or your word can destroy everything around you. One edge is the misuse of the word, which creates a living hell.” ― … More A Poem: “Captivated“
I have this kid, who I’ve been told… is a lot like me. I know what people are trying to say… let me tell you what “I” see. She is bold, she is brave, she is smart, she is witty. She is soft, she is watching, she is kind, and SO freaking pretty. She was … More A poem for my daughter: “Lily”
“A Cleverly Named Blog” with Aubrey 