Category: roadmaps to home

muse

Rays of sunshine through fronds of palm. I cannot give due diligence to the prattling thoughts – the ones that aren’t even truly known to me until they make their way onto the pages I write to find me. You taught me the gift of the written word back when we were all sleeping on waterbeds and rollerskating under disco balls and we didn’t know that … Read More muse

letter to my children

I just saw my life flash before me.  It is through the imagining of my last days that I try and decipher what I most want to share with you.  You can’t leave it all behind with no warning; you can’t even begin to try.  I find myself wanting to impart life lessons as equally as I want to simply savor these last moments … Read More letter to my children

waiting to exhale

You get what you have been waiting for and suddenly you’re in some foreign land you didn’t know you had plans to visit.  You’ve been holding your breath so long that you don’t remember how to breathe.  Do you hold your breath and then scream, or do you exhale as you’re trembling and try to take another breath without screaming because screaming is actually … Read More waiting to exhale

seven heaven

  Take my arms and Take my heart and I’m so lost in you I don’t mean to Love this way but It’s the little Things you do The beauty in your smile The persistence in your try The sparkles in your hair And the glory that you Carry with you If I could I’d make a song of you And press replay So … Read More seven heaven

click and send

My biggest regret is that I did not apologize the moment I knew my words hurt you.  That I did not immediately recant…and tell you that none of what I retaliated with mattered, because I cared not about being right…I cared about you. But I let that be the end. Click and send. We had nowhere to go from there except better.  Back to … Read More click and send

my world in words

Today I feel pressured because I am short on time and long on tired.  Brain-drained from my day I try desperately to float into my creative space and will something to happen.  Well not just something, but something worthy of my time.  And yours. Reflective.  Chasing shadows – of memories – of evenings – when there existed an hour, or maybe two, during which … Read More my world in words

paper bridges

I don’t know whether you know this- But you did not have to strip our dignity from us. I don’t know whether you know this- But you are capable of so much more. I don’t know whether you know this- But we gave you our hearts, souls, and families… Time which cannot be returned. I don’t know whether you know this- But we truly … Read More paper bridges

the house of emil white

Big Sur trees and seemingly angry ocean waves.  Kerouac in a cabin trying desperately to save his life. The air exudes literature and the struggle that is writing – (and living) – at least for me it does. My mind is full of wonderings about those who wrote me here with their words and made it feel like home.  I cannot help but spill … Read More the house of emil white

undated

Circle encircling me.  Protection?  Safety ribbons flowing and clutching, offering the promise of a life other than this.  Different.  The picture flashes before me but never clear.  Actuality and surety elude.  Days, weeks, months pass by.  No difference. Arms encircle and hold me tight. Encircle and flow with love around and through each part of my being. Circle suffocates. Circle spins round and round … Read More undated

reel

If I wrote you in words I would attempt to syntactify what we did in those sacred moments when we stole together and how it felt to be encased in your arms.  I would remember the day on Ray when you walked through my door in baseball cap that I jarred when I ran to kiss you.  My words would tremble as I did … Read More reel

love as a verb

It’s my finger tracing your eyebrow or my hand upon your chest – lingering as long as it can in a caress that won’t wake you.  It’s a touch that calms and a kiss that conquers.  It’s an uncomfortable distance I allow to keep you safely breathing – the nights alone and the tears that quietly glide down the walls of me.  It’s your … Read More love as a verb

finding my way home

I felt myself traveling away from me in those moments and days I let me fall into you.  You holding me up in your way held me captive as I experienced what had never before been a gift to me.  If I could have found a way to exist solely in those moments I might have let you love me longer.  But living as a … Read More finding my way home