It's not about the stupid tattoo. Just like it wasn't about the party he skipped, or the ranch he never took me to, or the Valentines date he let his best friend crash. It isn't about the birthday left uncelebrated, or the coffee dates I arranged, or the parties I planned, hosted and cleaned up … Continue reading It’s not about the tattoo
I had a dream last night. A terror, a nightmare, vision, or just a dream. A dream about him, about me, about us, and about her- She is always a subcurrent in such dreams. In my dream, we were standing face-to-face. For the first time in 4 years, we were together. Even in my dreams … Continue reading March 28th: Elegy of a last wish
We would be eating pie right now. That's the kind of couple we were. Snipping like grandparents, teasing like kids. Sharing and stealing our slices in turn. That old Village Inn, with its peeling paint and faded sign, Has been replaced by a pizza joint. But that's what memories do- Change. Four years ago we … Continue reading The Kind of Couple We Were
books on the sofa, my bed, strewn across the kitchen table, and stacked on the window's ledge. Pages turned and marked haphazardly with bookmarks, paper scraps, folded book covers, and even pens. Left open like a half-finished thought- read at varying paces. Just one is never enough. half-read books stored in many places.
How can something so cold be less like unyielding ice? Soft and fragile as a fairy wing, graceful and light in its dance. More air than water, less wet than dry, champagne snow falls in mountain skies.
Creeping into the backyard from over the garden wall. Her big orange belly is as round as her tip-toeing paws. Orange swirls like cinnamon on her pumpkin rolls. Asking for pets as she stops by on her daily stroll.
The well ran dry. Where life once overflowed, only a clanging echo remained. Still, the hopeful still came with their pails. They patiently lowered their empty vessels, into the dark below. For they believed that which is empty can be refilled again.
He’s nothing like you Excerpt for the way he stands. The same height and casual stance- Wrapped in black jeans. He's nothing like you Except for the way he talks. A shouted voice full of mirth When excited in conversation. He's nothing like you Except for that face he makes. Dark eyebrows raised, wide mouth … Continue reading Like You
*A poem about feeling overwhelmed by life. May be triggering for some readers* I'm drowning in a self-created sea. Made of tasks, duties, and responsibilities. I asked for this. I thought I wanted more, but I'm in over my head. The water's getting deeper, and I'm too tired to tread. I'm slowly slipping under- anyone … Continue reading Overwhelmed Sea
I can never go back to Tooele or I might pass that Greek Cafe and remember the afternoon we ate lemon-rice soup and baklava after shopping in the one antique shop in town. I can never go back to Tooele. Or I might drive up that canyon road and remember when we escaped to the … Continue reading I Can Never Go Back
Bringing Mae Flowers 