when i am swallowed up in my own pain
when people are here but not here
when i am overwhelmed by the needs
and expectations
of people who want me all to them themselves
to be their balm
to be an audience
to be what they need…
i look for a way out
and then i realize
there is nowhere else to go
but inside
and i remember i need to decide who it is
I want to be
and make it happen.
This morning on the bus, I was running my hands through my daughter’s golden tresses and started giving her a scalp massage. As she relaxed, I said, “Mmmm…this is luxury. This is luxurious like– delicious dark chocolate, puppy breath, a spring rain, velvet on my skin, the sun kissing my shoulders at the beach, red…
This has been one of the most painful, difficult years of my life. So much has fallen away. I have experienced great loss and betrayal. In the midst of this, I have not only been learning what love really is and what it feels like to forgive at a deep level but to also walk…
vulnerability soft folds (ripped open) revealing deep slash bound peer into darkness (infinite landscape) fractal wound binding like a river winding through a canyon he saw all worlds contained we both saw Her here. now. Ekphrastic poem inspired by the Hana Hamplová: Meditations on Paper exhibit at The Frye Art Museum. I saw it once, alone,…
seagull chases heron (and wins!) the purring of a ferry engine and red, gauzy sky a kind father teaching his children to fish two kayakers gliding while girls throw stones a small tugboat gracefully pulls more than her share (a metaphor for mothering) there is peace here
reading her my poetry about a man with a swagger ‘neath red flame chandeliers (and comparing notes) circular narratives about life and gypsies and making sense of men (and ourselves) a text to her lover in a moment of mischief fueled with red wine (and some flirting) “I think she’s trying to get me drunk,”…