For Lebanon… again

I wrote about this once, years ago Foolishly, perhaps youthfully, I thought I wouldn’t have to revisit the aching void, The sorrow and hopelessness, yet I find myself again trying to make beautiful devastation.   It is so much worse this time, no personal losses, no family in pain, but real, true terror, walking hand … More For Lebanon… again

Merry Christmas

I found myself going, “Oh I need to see if I can find some Brach’s chocolate covered cherries without the creme, it’s almost Christmas” So I got online and started searching, Exactly 4.67 minutes into my search, I remembered you were gone. I love you.

Dear Austin

Austin, you’re breaking my heart, with your too cool attitude. You’re becoming that boy from high school, You remember, the slicked-back, smoke-sleeved, dreamy-eyed boy, who dreamed of throwing the pig skin. The boy who sat in the back of the class, Who knew every answer. We met, we danced, we did way too many drugs, … More Dear Austin

there is so much to say that i’m not sure there are words pain is consuming me to the point of agony stealing my joy holding my foot on the stool is misery necessary for creation? i don’t know, but it certainly seems to help i long for the days when i was free free … More

This moment

suddenly, nausea, hives altering the topography of my skin. fear. i am afraid all of the time. the sense of safety so diligently cultivated stolen swiftly in a melange of squealing tires and crashing metal. i used to love driving they were the moments¬†where i found peace. i’m a city kid, each teenage¬†fervor, agitation, sentiment … More This moment

To you

Do you know you almost killed me? Almost robbed me of my mother and my husband? That split second choice you made could have ended your own life. You could have made me a killer. I still see you in your white car, careening across my field of vision. It took less than 10 seconds … More To you