Dating is difficult at any age. It is especially difficult for me because I’m an introvert. The older we get, we know a potential partner comes with baggage: children, debt, ex’s, for starters. We hold our breath with anxious dread waiting for the crazy to drop. I let someone get in my head and convinceContinue reading “Getting to know”
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What is this?
Hands bleeding Head swimming Knees burning Pain Starving stomach Deprived heart Sweaty feet Dazed Today is? Where am I? What is my name? Help Sleep Food It is me. I feel better? Bath It is good to be back. Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s.Continue reading “What is this?”
NO PETS
As I’m sitting waiting to go into the dentist, I notice a sign on the door that I’ve not seen before. In big black letters it reads NO PETS. That got me to wondering; with as much drama as is going on in our world, how long before my dentist gets in trouble for hisContinue reading “NO PETS”
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Churched
My mom and I did go to church with my grandparents. When I was 9; something catastrophic happened in my spiritual life. Out of all the things my selective memory decided to hide from me; I remember that day. The pastor of our church was walking across our porch. “Odd,” I thought for him toContinue reading “Churched”
Empty Mantle
Empty mantle Stranger’s desire Winter warmth from touch-less cold Naked shadows dance In discarded candle light Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.
Fighting with God
Genesis 32: 22-32 Your will shall prevail. Oh Lord, this is not easy. You have lifted a vail. This direction makes me queasy. Is this truly the path you wish me to follow? With Jacob you wrestled. Lord, I am terrified. In this sin, I wish not to wallow. I am relying on you toContinue reading “Fighting with God”
National Day on Writing
The hardest part of any project is getting started. Stop saying, “tomorrow” and start today. Happy National Day on Writing (U.S.)
Reading too much
I’m one of those people that over think EVERYTHING. You patted my arm, what did that mean? Are people just allowed to be friendly any more? Most people are not touchy as they walk out the door. We are (after all) in the south. “It was good to see you,” flowed from your mouth. I’veContinue reading “Reading too much”
Heart of Death: Ode to Poison Ivy
Colors beautiful and rich. You make my skin itch. Fall colors draped like a sash. Just to brush up against you gives me a rash. Around and round the tree, your a twister. No! No! No! Blisters! So beautiful. You don’t discern. You make my skin burn. Leaves of orange, yellow, and red. On yourContinue reading “Heart of Death: Ode to Poison Ivy”
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