there she stands at the end of the land thirty trips around the sun plus two she has come to this place looking for the darkest blackberry of july
look at my past the past of my father the past my mother methodist england wales catholic germany small towns southern illinois man marries and goes into the air force the woman no one talked about didn’t wait he marries again a catholic girl her father would not have it the family disowned her my… Read More sweeter
(thirty four years and july means blueberries) divorce and your new life in marriage did not erase our past. though it changed the future. our memories. the goodness that was also ours. i remember everything cheers from across the room i will never run out of kisses i love you written on my back with… Read More a love note
How do you think about yourself? I am a person, in accordance with other people, out of my own personality, and from things that I find to be interesting. Quite late in life, fairly lately that is, I found that I don’t necessarily have any control over what people think of me, no matter what… Read More What to call my self
have you ever tried to hold on to something that seems like a dream with just enough reality that you hang in that space seldom landing is this something ever enough ?
i pick it up look at it check for the message write thoughts listen there is music and books to hear write thoughts i could look at this all of my life it is my life line with no line an invisible connection my fingers touch the glass it lights up my light my companion… Read More IT’s a TELEPHONE
The news is like a compost pile. New layers atop the old. Forgetting what we’ve been told. The garden grows.
watch which words wander within and speak of hope and love
The gift of enough in the hill country of texas a place of God’s people but only a few were friendly my room mate going through divorce used most of the space in the room her belongings strategically thrown throughout and in our own sweet and miserable sadness we were strangers i felt judged and… Read More the gift
i am a star, unreachable. hanging lonely in the sky, just for you.
It’s all like a dream in a flying machine we seem like restless cows hearded into seats until we lift from the earth like birds.