I feel the day’s brevity like sleeves too short when I was fifteen and my wrists were exposed to Detroit’s dull December I pulled down the seams but they would not stretch any further nor would my gloves come up. I feel the day’s brevity and yawn like a bear thinking ‘it must be time’... Continue Reading →
“And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.” So, on one of the first nights of my first job, outside of babysitting or cleaning houses, when I was all of fourteen years old, I was trapped inside a walk-in cooler by the chef at a popular restaurant in Detroit. A... Continue Reading →
As I prepare to travel to Michigan, the place I grew up, the first time, and the place I call home, I think about this. This calling of home. What makes Michigan my home is those twenty years I lived there, barely a third of my life. Yet it is a place drilled into my... Continue Reading →
What a day it was shopping with my daughter Riana, not for anything in particular, just spending time together. Talking, laughing, and talking more. But in the course of the day she shared magic words. Words that mothers and fathers wait for all of their parenting lives, and when they finally hear them, they think,... Continue Reading →
One kiss, I was down stories grow like cloudy dawn sun breaks through like truth via Daily Prompt: Faint image dead horse ranch state park by http://themartinsamericanadventure.com/?page_id=624
Nothing to Rely on but October Crisp wood in the shed like a story snipped from July secrets retold in tall columns seasoned logs waiting for slow death no sap or water, a simple bit of fragrance cedar or aspen, or loss, for kindling Left to weather the elements alone no more refined than any other... Continue Reading →
Yes is never alone in meaning yes No means yes Stop means yes Silence means yes Go away means yes I’m sorry means yes Not again means yes I’m afraid means yes Maybe later means yes Please don’t means yes I don’t want to means yes I’ll call the police means yes I have a... Continue Reading →
Stress is an odd bear. Ferocious. Hungry. But there must be some perception of cuteness about it. For we treat it like a teddy bear. Take it to bed with us. Cuddle it. Hold it when we wake up in the dark. Share it with friends. Family. It is always there for us. Whenever we... Continue Reading →
Skunked Sky as soft as a good night’s sleep pinks like pillows and dreams the ones you don’t need to remember. The air is absent and invisible no burn or chill, not a rustle no risk, just a river guarded by reeds and miles of possibility. The sun sets early here, slips behind the black... Continue Reading →
You bathe at the banks of the Verde River, Blue, you strike a deep note beside the muddy timber of green reeds that don't hide you when you leave. Those wings reach the edges of my curiosity and I am only brave enough to inquire of your disappearing shadow: "Why do I wait for next, Blue?... Continue Reading →
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