My room was a house on fire a room — aglow in the red REM disappearing embers dimming into night It was a room of my own preparation kindling split and stacked over yesterday news papers I’d spark It wasn’t a games room it wasn’t a Sunday afternoon…
Shoot the Birds
For my father, always as a child, the morning hour had gold in its mouth — and so roused of my bed, hot coffee in his thermos and hot chocolate in mine, he’d drive me up Black Mountain, tell me as we flew the nest, “Keep your eagle eyes peeled for the grouse” speckled in…
A Legacy in Place
We together sit upon the earth in the shadows of a sundial that connects Me to the soil that fed me from the mud patties I fed me with a place that grounded me of a ground that holds family Us under the sun defines place out of it seasons my own by it my…
you remember when
I awoke … Asleep with a weight upon my upper lip and a hush upon my ear. My unconscious mind was struggling with a conscious world of pain the torments and disappointments of my memories tearing at my being. A mother who wept when I was born a father away much of the time and…
Emotion in Motion ~ Ben’s 19th Birthday
It’s a day I’ve seen sneaking up in my calendar for a month. Days even weeks went by when I didn’t notice it until, again, this week, I was reminded that this Saturday would be April 25th … a day that would have marked Ben’s 19th birthday. This would be the first birthday where Ben…
Serenity’s Memory
For longest time, serenity was my space filled by just a presence; serenity was the presence that filled my space; it was space filled by the presence of serenity. Serenity is now a memory of that space filled. Memories of serenity fill my space. My space is now memories of serenity…. We were each other’s serenity….